“Who and what is he?”
“He calls hisself a man about town. I call him a bum. Poor momma married him.”
“And wasn’t happy, I suppose.”
“Not after he’d spent her wad, she wasn’t. She was crazy about him, and when she found out that all he’d cared about was her four thousand plunks—well, it was her finish.”
“How long ago was that?”
“About four years now.”
“And what have you been doing in the meanwhile?”
“Keepin’ house for Judson Flack most of the time—till I quit.”
“Oh, you’ve quit?”
“Sure I’ve quit.” She was putting her better foot forward. “Now I’m in pitchers.”