I'm sorry to say it, but your mind is evidently of no account whatever.

Detweiler, you poor benighted nut, is a Greek of the Grecians! He has a chest measurement of ninety-eight inches under-all! His biceps are made of Harveyised steel and his forceps--" "For the love of Mike, Amy, shut up!" begged Marvin.
"Oh?
very well! If you want the poor idiot to go through life with no knowledge of the important--er--" "We do!" agreed Innes.
"Of course I know who Detweiler is," said Gilbert, a trifle indignantly.
"But there might be more than one, mightn't there?
How did I know--" "More than one Detweiler!" exclaimed Amy horrifiedly.

"Is there more than one Washington?
More than one Napoleon?
More than one Huxley?
More than one Thackeray?
More than one--one Byrd ?" "You bet there are!" asserted Black.

"There are jays and parrots!" "Amy, you're a crazy nut," laughed Innes.
"A nut I may be," replied Amy with dignity, "but I have raisins." There was an excruciating howl of agony and Amy was violently set upon, deposited on the nearer bed and pummelled until he begged for mercy.
When quiet was restored Edwards asked: "Is 'Boots' coming back this year, Jack ?" "Yes, he'll be here in a day or two, I think.

Robey had a letter from him last week." "Thought someone said he wasn't coming back," observed Still.
"He said in the Spring he didn't think he could," explained Jack, "but you couldn't keep him away if you tried, I guess.