Paul Gale sat in a hospitable armchair upholstered in a good imitation of green leather and nodded approval.
"That'll do for 'Old Abe'; now hang The First Snow a bit to the left and underneath." "The First Snow hasn't any wire on it," complained Neil.

"See if you can't find some." "Wire's all gone," answered Paul.

"We'll have to get some more.

Where's that list?
Oh, here it is.

'Item, picture wire.' I say, what in thunder's this you've got down--'Ring for waistband' ?" "Rug for wash-stand, you idiot! I guess we'll have to quit until we get some more wire, eh?
Or we might hang a few of them with boot-laces and neckties ?" "Oh, let's call it off.