“If dad’s new superintendent is willing, I’ll stick to my same job,” promised Vern; “at least, till I’ve been there a full six mouths. How about it, dad?”
“Vern, I’m going to like you better.”
“Thanks, dad. A little later, if you think I measure up, I want a desk job, with more money.” He looked into Hazel Wayne’s eyes once more. “Because, to tell the truth, I’m thinking about getting married as soon as the girl says ‘yes.’”
Hazel Wayne said “Oh!” But she meant “Yes.”
WISEHEAD: “All food when it is being thoroughly masticated contains the germs of tuberculosis.”
Do-tell: “No!”
Wisehead: “Yes, it does; because it’s in the last stages of consumption.”