"You aren't expecting to interfere with me if I say anything about that little fat Werder girl that argued for Germany, are you?
Or any of the other speakers?
I got a right to talk about 'em just as public speakers, haven't I?
Well, what I say is: Dora Yocum as an orator is just an actual perfect wonder.

Got any objections ?" "N-no." "All right then." Fred settled himself upon the window seat with a pipe, and proceeded, "There's something about her, when she stands there, she stands so straight and knows just what she's up to, and everything, why, there's something about her makes the cold chills go down your spine--I mean _my_ spine, not yours particularly! You sit down--I mean _anybody's_ spine, doggone it!" And as Ramsey increased the manifestations of his suspicions, lifting a tennis racket over the prostrate figure, "Oh, murder," Fred said, resignedly.

"All right, we'll change the subject.

That fat little Werder cutie made out a pretty good case for Germany, didn't she ?" Ramsey tossed the racket away, disposed himself in an easy chair with his feet upon the table, and presently chuckled.

"You remember the time I had the fuss with Wesley Bender, back in the ole school days ?" "Yep." "All the flubdub this Werder girl got off to-night puts me in mind of the way I talked that day.