The advent of Horace on his new velocipede created a sensation which he haughtily accepted as a familiar thing. Only Jimmie and his retainer remained silent and impassive. Horace eyed the two invaders.
"Hello, Jimmie!"
"Hello, Horace!"
After the typical silence Jimmie said, pompously, "I got a velocipede."
"Have you?" asked Horace, anxiously. He did not wish anybody in the world but himself to possess a velocipede.
"Yes," sang Jimmie. "An' it's a bigger one than that, too! A good deal bigger! An' it's a better one, too!"
"Huh!" retorted Horace, sceptically.
"'Ain't I, Clarence? 'Ain't I? 'Ain't I got one bigger'n that?"
The retainer answered with alacrity: