"That's the checker, my boy," said Yellow Pine, when he saw the fish.
Frankston, with a violent gesture, swept the checker board clean.
The checker pigs had checker bibs on, the striped pigs had striped bibs on.
"That's the checker," she said, and disappeared with a click of the tongue.
As he handed them to the checker, he looked casually around.
It seemed, at first, ...