“But of course you'll——”
“See here!” Walter said, decisively. “Don't get any wrong ideas in your head. I'm just as liable to go up to that ole dance at the Palmers' as I am to eat a couple of barrels of broken glass.”
“But, Walter——”
Walter was beginning to be seriously annoyed. “Don't 'Walter' me! I'm no s'ciety snake. I wouldn't jazz with that Palmer crowd if they coaxed me with diamonds.”
“Walter——”
“Didn't I tell you it's no use to 'Walter' me?” he demanded.
“My dear child——”
“Oh, Glory!”
At this Mrs. Adams abandoned her air of amusement, looked hurt, and glanced at the demure Miss Perry across the table. “I'm afraid Miss Perry won't think you have very good manners, Walter.”
“You're right she won't,” he agreed, grimly. “Not if I haf to hear any more about me goin' to——”