“Well, ma’am, how’s every little subordinate element this mornin’?” he asked genially, above the roar of the water. Before she could make reply he announced: “I’d like to see you a minute, ma’am.”
Manzanita went over to him.
“Things ain’t just breakin’ right with the children of Amram,” he gravely informed her.
“Why, what’s wrong?”
Mr. Daisy sighed and rested knuckles on one bony hip.
“D’ye remember the first day you saw me?”
“Quite well.”
“Uh-huh. And d’ye remember me sayin’ I wanted you to use your inflooence with a certain party when the time was ripe?”
“Yes, I remember something of the kind. You were rather vague, though.”
“Well, she’s ripe, ma’am.”