He twitched about, and with effort freed himself and stepped back.
“Let me explain,” he said to his wife.
“You can explain when you get to the house,” said Mrs. Jenkins angrily. “If you ain’t there in three minutes, I’ll be back after you.”
She strode majestically away.
Mr. Jenkins rubbed his ear and grinned ruefully.
“You see how it is,” he exclaimed. “A man always gets the worst of it somehow when he gets mixed up with somebody else’s business.”
“We certainly appreciate your aid, Mr. Jenkins,” said Shirley, offering her hand, which Jenkins grasped heartily.
The others also shook hands with him.
“Well,” said Mr. Jenkins, “you know I’m glad to have been of—— All right, Martha, I’m coming!”
This last as the voice of his wife once more rang out with the demand: