"Just so," I said, "a ham, sugar-cured."
Bijinks buttonholed me on the way here, and I could see from his face
that he was laying for me.
I've given him numerous falls from time to time, and he swore to get
even.
I think he must have sat up nights, and just from curiosity I'd like to
compare his gas bill with that of last month.
Good jokes come high, I tell you, and I'm really afraid poor old
Bijinks will never be the same man he was before.
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Success has made his hat seem too small, and presently I'll hear of him
applying for my job.
But about the thing he tossed me.
Purposely he introduced the subject of the navy.
"Talking of ships," he said, soberly, "I suppose courtship might
properly be considered a transport."