"Dodey is always for the suds thing," Skinski chipped in. "But
never to excess, never to excess. I never see Dodey lit up but
once, and that was in Dayton, Ohio, the night we played to the
janitor of the hall and his four children. When we came to the
place where Dodey is blindfolded and does the decimal fractions
stunt on the blackboard the janitor's oldest child fooled Dodey
into doing all next week's lessons in arithmetic and Dodey fretted
over it, didn't you, Dodey?"
"You betcher sweet!" the leading lady replied, with both eyes
following the efforts of the waiter, who was opening a bottle of
Pommery.
Bunch was beginning to get uneasy and I had a bad attack of fidgets.
"Say, Dodey!" our bright and shining light went on, "I want you to
make a fuss over these two young gents, because they are the only
nearly silk on the counter. They've put up their good cush to send
me on tour without ever dragging me before a Police Justice to
swear that I'm on the level, and if ever that gold mine----"
"Tush!" I interrupted. "I saw you work, Skinski, and you're a
wonder; that's good enough for my money."
"Yes, but you never once put a sleuth over the back trail to throw
the spot light on my past life," Skinski babbled on.
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