WELL?" asked Lanny. Curtis Wayland shook his head and smiled. "He thought I was fooling at first. Then he thought I was crazy. After that he just pitied me for not having any sense."
"I've pitied you all my life for that," laughed Lanny. "But what did he say?"
"Said in order for him to let us have the use of town property he'd have to introduce a bill or something in the Council and have it passed and signed by the Mayor and sworn to by the Attorney and sealed by the Sealer and—and"
"And stamped by the stamper?" suggested Dick Lovering helpfully.
"Cut out the comedy stuff," said Lanny. "He just won't do it, eh?"
"That's what I gathered," Way assented dryly. "And if, in my official capacity of"
"Or incapacity," interpolated Lanny sweetly.
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