“Zowie! Who’d a thunk it?”
“Better just dump ’em all in and start over.”
“Don’t reckon those nails are soaking the water up; eh?”
“If it were molasses you could fill it half full of brads before it would slop over.”
“Say, look, he’s up to sixty! Would you believe that?”
“Hey there, Fatty, you guessed one nail; didn’t you——”
“Sixty-eight, sixty-nine, seventy; looks to me like a spill pretty soon.”
“It’ll drown a lot of people.”
Mr. Davidson stopped dropping the nails into the tumbler and held up his hand.