“You’re hesitating! You’ve thought about it! Oh, Dork, will you?”
“There, there, don’t go so fast! No, I won’t! But, tell me this: Would your uncle stand for it,—and let you go on with your own work?”
“Oh, no! It’s Buns or nothing with him and me. But I’m his heir, if he should drop off suddenly, I’d have his whole fortune——”
“Dead men’s shoes! Oh, Ricky, for shame?”
“Not at all. If he can make a will, I can talk about it. And he told me he has made a will in my favor,—but he’s going to change it if I don’t adopt his Buns.”
“What nonsense,—even to think about it. Let him change it, then, for you’ll never be a Bun man!”
“I wonder if it would help matters if you met Uncle Binney?”
“Let’s try it. Though I’m sure I should call him Uncle Bunny! Does he like girls?”
“Adores them,—that is, some sorts. He likes nice girls properly. He likes naughty girls,—perhaps improperly. But the girls in the house,—the elevator kids and the telephone girls, he just hates.”
“Hates?”