And, say, you may not believe it, but hanged if it wa’n’t a fact! He has a desk in Gridley’s private office, and once a day he shows up there and scribbles off a foolish thought on the boss’s calendar pad. That’s all, except that he draws down good money for it.
“Also I have had word,” says Marmaduke, “that my aged Uncle Norton is very low of a fever.”
“Gee!” says I. “Some folks are born lucky, though!”
“And others,” says he, “in the Forest of Arden.”
CHAPTER XI
A LOOK IN ON THE GOAT GAME
Pinckney was tellin’ me, here awhile back at lunch one day, what terrors them twins of his was gettin’ to be. He relates a tragic tale about how they’d just been requested to resign from another private school where they’d been goin’ as day scholars.
“That is the third this season,” says he; “the third, mind you!”