CHAPTER FIVE
"You musicians make me deadly weary," Bobby proclaimed, from his favorite rostrum of the hearthrug.
"Is that the reason you are trying to sit on them, Bobby?" his cousin asked. "You'll find an easy chair just as restful to you and a good deal more so to the musician."
Bobby waved her remark aside.
"Don't interrupt me, Beatrix. I have things I wish to say."
"Very likely; but it is barely possible that somebody else also may have things he wishes to say, and can't, because you talk so much."
"Sally is busy eating bonbons, and Thayer would much better wait till I get through his indictment. He'll need all his voice to defend himself."
Sally glanced up.
"Go on, Bobby," she said encouragingly. "The sooner it is over, the better."