'Like hell,' said Frank.
'Say-Frank—listen,—and my half o' Ernest's camera?'
'Like hell,' said Frank.
'Say-Frank—listen,—and my last year's shin-guards?'
'Like hell,' said Frank.
'Say-Frank—listen,—and my this year's shin-guards?'
'Like hell,' said Frank.
'Say-Frank, come right down to it I don't want a .22. If I get a gun this year it'll be a .32.'
'Like he—'—
Which point I felt to be the too-note of the helliad, so I rose and came into the house.
I felt replete with rhythm and with a sense of surprising human attitudes remote from my own.
