"
He was dumbfounded. "Why, I never had a fight in my life!"
She cried out in protest of such prevarication.
"Well, I never did," he insisted, mildly.
"Why, you had a fight about _me_!"
"No, I didn't."
"With Wesley Bender!"
Ramsey chuckled. "_That_ wasn't a fight!"
"It wasn't?"
"Nothing like one. We were just guyin' him about--about gettin' slicked
up, kind of, because he at in front of you; and he hit me with his book
strap and I chased him off. Gracious, no; _that_ wasn't a fight!"
"But you fought Linski only last fall."
Ramsey chuckled again. "That wasn't even as much like a fight as the one
with Wesley. I just told this Linski I was goin' to give him a punch in
the sn-- I just told him to look out because I was goin' to hit him, and
then I did it, and waited to see if he wanted to do anything about it,
and he didn't. That's all there was to it, and it wasn't any more like
fighting than--than feeding chickens is."
She laughed dolefully. "It seems to me rather more like it than that!"
"Well, it wasn't.
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