“Christopher! I should say so! I’d be too much married.”
“We not all you have,” said Fraud. “You get lots more like us.”
“Only not so nice—not so pretty,” declared Fake.
“Well, I’ll have to think this thing over before I close the bargain. I’m beginning to think that one wife is enough for any man—too much in some cases.”
“How silly!” commented Fake.
“Awful chump,” said Fraud.
“But we love him,” purred Fake. “Him old. Him not last long. Then we have ’nother husband.”
“That fun,” giggled Fraud.
“Say, you’re beginning to make me sick!” snapped the distressed victim. “Call the boss of the house—call him! He can keep his harem!”
“You nervous,” said Fake. “See girls dance. Be still.”