“No; I mean yes,—but for this reason—you fluster me so,—with your snapping up!”
“Well, well, go and tell it in your own way. But, for Heaven’s sake, hurry up!”
“All right. You see he gave her these letters to save for him just while he’s away somewhere, and he wants them when he comes back.”
“Can’t she write some more?”
“Oh! You’re so unfeeling! So—why, you’re stupid!”
“Pardon,—sorry! Fire away.”
“Never mind details,—Gracie can’t keep them at home, for fear her mother will find them—she snoops awfully! And—I can’t keep them here,——”
“For a similar reason?”
“Yes; exactly! So,—Captain Farnsworth,—nice, dear Captain Farnsworth, won’t you let me hid them in here,—among your things?”
“Goodness! Little One, is that all you want? Sure! Hide them wherever you like in my domain. Your eagle-eyed mother won’t find them in here! But, hold on! Nothing that wouldn’t get by the Censor, is there?”