“Georgie—who?”
“Georgie Goble,” said Mrs. Sullender. “He was Goble, our chauffeur’s little boy. They lived over our garage and had quite a distressing time of it, poor things! The wife finally persuaded Goble to move to another town where she thinks chauffeurs’ pay is higher. I was sure you’d be sorry to hear the poor dear little boy had gone. They left yesterday. Good night. Good night, Mr. Sperry.”
With that, followed by somewhat feeble good-nights from both the Sperrys, she passed through the gate with her husband, and a moment later disappeared in the clean dusk of “Highland Place.”
Then Bella turned to her troubled William. “She—she certainly made it pl-plain!”
“Yes,” he said. “But after all, she really did let us down pretty easy.”
“ ‘Us,’ ” the young wife demanded sharply. “Did you say ‘Us?’ ”
“Yes,” he answered. “I think she let us down about as easy as we could have expected.”
Bella instantly threw herself in his arms. “Oh, William!” she cried. “William, do be the kind of husband that won’t throw this up at me when we’re forty and fifty! William, promise me you’ll always say ‘Us’ when I get us in trouble!”
And William promised and William did.