"
"Well, I'll promise to be good," returned Herb. "But I still think
that was a pretty fine joke, only you fellows haven't got enough
sense of humor to appreciate it."
"We've got sense enough not to appreciate it, anyway," said Jimmy.
"It's weakened me so that I'll have to have another piece of chocolate
to brace me up," and he suited the action to the word.
"When you've all had all the candy you want, we can go ahead and make
this condenser," said Bob. "Don't let me hurry you, though."
"No chance of your hurrying me," replied Jimmy. "I'm so all in now
I can hardly move. But Herb and Joe will do anything you want them
to. They've been taking it easy, right along, so they shouldn't mind
working a little now."
"Jimmy has done more work to-night than I've seen him do altogether in
the last six months," said Joe. "So we'd better let him rest himself
awhile now. He's apt to get sick if we don't."
"Well, I guess this paper has soaked up all the wax it's going to, so
we can go ahead with the rest of it," said Bob, as he started fishing
squares of impregnated paper out of the saucepan.
He laid one sheet on one of the blocks that Jimmy had cut out, and
on top of that laid a sheet of tinfoil, then another sheet of paper
and one of tinfoil, alternating in this way until he had a number
of sheets lined up.
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