Here's me crawled out o' me
downy little cot t' put ye wise t' Bud's little game, an' here's you
diggin' into the feathers t' beat th' band!"
"But the window was open; why didn't you come in right away?"
"Not much, bo, I ain't the kind o' fool as makes a habit o' wakin' your
kind out o' their beauty sleep sudden, no more I ain't a guy as takes
liberties in strange bedrooms, see?"
"Well, come in, Spider--sit on the bed; I haven't a chair to offer. By
the way, I have to thank you--"
"Whaffor?"
"Breaking that window--"
"Oh, I guess it wasn't a bad wheeze."
"It gave me the chance I wanted, Spider."
"Which you sure gripped with both mitts, bo!"
"Now have a cigar--in that coat pocket--"
"Not me, Geoff! Smoke's bad for th' wind, that's why I've took t' gum."
Saying which, the Spider proceeded to take out and open a packet of that
necessary adjunct, and having posted it into his mouth piece by piece,
fell to grim mastication.
"Bo," said he suddenly, "you come away without your roof last night."
"Eh?" said Ravenslee, blinking drowsily, "my what?"
"Your lid, bo.
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