"They do seem rather a lot now I see
'em all together. But I'm ravenous, and if we can't manage 'em, we'll
find some one who can."
"Y' see, Geoff, I shan't be able t' eat any o' the rest when I'm through
with the turk'!" sighed Spike, a little reproachfully. "My, but I'm
hungry! Strange how hungry cold turkey makes a guy!"
"Why, then," said Ravenslee, pitching his hat into a corner, "sit down,
comrade, and 'let mirth with unconfin_ed_ wing'--" Ravenslee yawned.
"I guess we'd better wait a bit, Geoff."
"What for?"
"Hermy."
"Is she--do you mean she's back?" enquired Ravenslee, sitting up.
"Yes, she didn't stay at Englewood; she's down-stairs, doctoring Tony's
kid."
"But what will she think of all these confounded messes?"
"Messes!" cried Spike indignantly. "Cheese it, Geoff--look at that
turk'!"
"But--do you think she'll--mind?" enquired Ravenslee uneasily.
"Mind?" said Spike, staring. "Not on your life--why should she? Besides,
it's kind o' lucky you happened to blow in with this free lunch; she's a
bit shy on the dollar question this month--an' Mulligan comes t'morrow.
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