"Anyway, I don't have to know.

It's your scrape, Dick Prescott!" "Yours, too, Dave Darrin!" "What do you mean ?" "Why, I saw Belle buying some of that yarny stuff, too." "Great Scott!" groaned Dave.

"Say, what do you suppose they're planning to put up on us for a Christmas job?
Some of those big-as-all-outdoors, wobbly, crocheted slippers ?".