Can't you get that ?" demanded William, despairingly.
"Well, by Jove!" breathed Bertram.
"Come, come, think! What shall we do ?" "Why, bring her home, of course." "Home--home!" chattered William.

"Do you think we five men can bring up a distractingly pretty eighteen-year-old girl with curly cheeks and pink hair ?" "With wha-at ?" "No, no.

I mean curly hair and pink cheeks.

Bertram, do be sensible," begged the man.

"This is serious!" "Serious! I should say it was! Only fancy what Cy will say! A girl! Holy smoke! Tote her along--I want to see her!" "But I say we can't keep her there with us, Bertram.