Steve and Joe charitably pretended not to have noticed the lamentable exhibition of feeling, and a silence followed, during which the voices of the singers once more became audible.
"_Dexter! Mother of our Youth! Dexter! Guardian of the Truth!_" "_Cut it out!_" Perry leaned over the windowsill and bawled the command down into the darkness.

A defiant jeer answered him.
"Don't be fresh," said Steve reprovingly.

Perry mumbled and relapsed into silence.

Presently, sighing as he changed his position, Joe said: "I believe Perry's right about vacation, Steve.

Nothing much ever does happen to a fellow in Summer.