You could have seen it just as well as I could, if you'd read the
_Bulletin_."
"Oh," said Fred.
"Now look here--"
"Good heavens! Can't I even say 'oh'?"
"It depends on the way you say it."
"I'll be careful," Fred assured him, earnestly. "I really and honestly
don't mean to get you excited about all this, Ramsey. I can see myself
you haven't changed from your old opinion of Dora Yocum a bit. I was
only tryin' to get a little rise out of you for a minute, because of
course, seriously, why, I can see you hate her just the same as you
always did."
"Yes," said Ramsey, disarmed and guileless in the face of diplomacy. "I
only told you about all this, Fred, because it seemed--well, it seemed
so kind o' funny to me."
Fred affected not to hear. "What did you say, Ramsey?"
Ramsey looked vaguely disturbed. "I said--why, I said it all seemed kind
o'--" He paused, then repeated plaintively: "Well, to me, it all seemed
kind o'--kind o' funny."
"What did?" Fred inquired, but as he glanced in seeming naivete at his
companion, something he saw in the latter's eye warned him, and suddenly
Fred thought it would be better to run.
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