“Oh, sorry,” she murmured, with a little “understanding” smile. “Mustn’t I?”
She might just as well have said, “Mustn’t anybody except Billy kiss you just there?”
—Which did, as my brother Jack would say, put the lid on it!
Well! to-morrow I am going to put my foot down, very firmly, on anything more of this sort!
CHAPTER XIX
THE FIRST HANDSHAKE
This morning I was just finishing dressing when I heard a blackbird’s whistle, two or three times repeated, just outside my window.
It interrupted my meditations on a rather interesting subject.
Namely: What was my employer going to say to me to-day about that episode last night?