Chapter XVI Fibsy’s Busy Day“IT’S this way, F. Stone,” said Fibsy, earnestly, “the crooks of the situation—”
“The what?”
“The crooks—that’s what they call it—”
“Oh, the crux.” Stone did not laugh.
“Yes, sir—if that’s how you pronounce it. Guess I’ll stick to plain English. Well, to my way of thinkin’, the little joker in the case is that there raspberry jam. I’m a strong believer in raspberry jam on general principles, but in pertikler, I should say in this present case, raspberry jam will win the war! Don’t eat it!”
“Thought you were going to talk plain English. You’re cryptic, my son.”
“All right—here goes. That jam business is straight goods. The old lady says she tasted jam—and she did taste jam. That’s all there is about that. And that sweet, pleasant, innercent raspberry jam wi
