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“Gee!” exclaimed Jimmy, as his short legs tried to keep up with those of his companions, “have a heart, you fellows, and let up a little. I feel like something the cat dragged in.”

“I guess we all do,” replied Bob, as they moderated their steps in compliance with Jimmy’s urging. “It’s been some strenuous day!”

“I’ll tell the world it has,” agreed Joe. “Talk about excitement! That seems to be our middle name.”

“I feel as if I’d like to slump down in a chair and never get up again,” remarked Herb.

“Thought that was the way you always felt,” joked Joe, cleverly dodging the pass that Herb made at him.

“Do you fellows feel too tired to come around tonight?” asked Bob, as the group paused at the gate of his home. “I’m fixing up that new vario-coupler of mine, and it’s a dandy.”

“I’ll be there,” replied Joe, all his weariness forgotten at the magic thought of radio.

“I guess I will,” replied Herb. “But, oh, boy, that little bed of mine looks awfully good to me!”

“I’ll see how I feel after supper,” conceded Jimmy.