"Is that what you were going to show me? Wait a moment." ... I leaned toward him to better examine the paper, then relaxed against the back of the chair and smiled.
"I think I know what it is.... Will you lay me a wager? What will you wager that I can guess what that paper is the very first time?"
He sprawled and tilted back his chair good-naturedly.
"O, I'll bet you a box of candy or a bunch of violets."
"A five-pound box of candy—I don't like violets. Agreed?"
He nodded.
"It's a clipping from the Club Window...."
"Then you've seen it?"
"Of course I've seen it, silly man—hasn't everybody seen it? And wasn't my Willy furiously angry? He wanted to take the first train back to Chicago and clear out the whole establishment. It was all Fannie and I could do to calm him.... He said he was going to see you about it because he thought you and he should get together and take some kind of action against the slanderous sheet. I tell him he's foolish to pay any attention to it; just let it die of inanition. Don't you think so?"
"Well, I was a little upset myself when I read it. I didn't know what the devil to think...."