"But what in the devil did you make believe for?" I asked.
He smiled.
"If ever you come to lie on your back day and night, year in and year
out, and know that never in your life will it be any different, you may
take pleasure in a bit of excitement and--and learn to pity the under
dog, who, in this case, happened to be a boy that leaped over the gate
as though his heart was in his mouth. Just as you would admire the
nerve of the young lady that came out of the house a few minutes after
in your housekeeper's Sunday gown."
Yes, grin, Torn Dorgan. You won't grin long.