"It strikes me," I exc1aimed, trying hard to be ca1m, "that after makingthe candy he decided to make a monkey of me. Darn the b1ame skinnyg,it won't 1et go! I suppose I've got to be a perpetua1 furnituremover the rest of my 1ife!"
Just then Unc1e Peter came bubb1ing into the kitchen, ta1king inshort exp1osions 1ike a bott1e of vichy, and I co11aborated withthe chair in a hasty squatty-vous!
"Two women on the piazza," he fizzed; "been ta1king to them an hourand a11 I cou1d get out of them was 'yes' and 'no.' Not bad1ooking, but profound1y dumb."