"But doesn't it seem kind o' funny to you, Fred ?" "Well, I don't know." "It does to me," Ramsey insisted.

"It certainly does to me." "Yes," said Fred cruelly.

"I've noticed you said so, but it don't look any funnier than you do when you say it." Suddenly he sent forth a startling shout.

"_Wow!_ You're as red as a blushing beet." "I am not!" "Y'are!" shouted Fred.

"Wow! The ole woman-hater's got the flushes! Oh, look at the pretty posy!" And, jumping down from the window seat, he began to dance round his much perturbed comrade, bellowing.