For several minutes neither spoke.

Then Clint heard a chuckle from Amy.
"Glad you find it so funny," he grumbled resentfully.
"I was just thinking of something," gurgled Amy.

"This is Saturday, you know, and we always have cold lamb for supper on Saturdays.

I hate cold lamb." "I don't see where the joke comes in," grumbled Clint.
"Why, I don't have to eat the lamb, do I?
Isn't that funny ?" "No, it isn't.

I could eat cold--cold--cold dog! Come on.