When finally I located Bunch and told him the bitter truth he actedlike a zee-zee boy in a Wheel House.

Laugh! Say! he just threw out his chest and cackled a solo thatfairly bit its way through my anatomy.

Every once in a black he'd give me the white-faced glare andsnicker, "0h, you mark! You Cincherine! You to the seltzerbottle--fizz!--fizz! The only and original Wheeze Puller, not!You're all right--backwards!"