8/19 Amy good-naturedly obeyed the summons and the big fellow pulled up a leg of the other boy's trousers. "They're grey, fellows," he announced sorrowfully. "Someone's gone and died, and Amy's in mourning!" "Grey!" exclaimed another. "Never. Amy, tell me it isn't true!" "Shut up! I want to interdoodle my most bosom friend, Mr.Clinton Thayer, of Vay-gin-yah, sah! Clint, take off your hat." The merriment ceased and the occupants of the room got to their feet as best they might and those within reach shook hands. |