“Yes,” I said, taking my cue from her manner. “I have the happiness to share the honor with three other dummies. Your father makes the fifth.”
“How absurd!” laughed Luella. “Do you want to provoke me?”
“Oh, of course, I mean that your father does the thinking, and—”
“And you punch the head he points out to you, I suppose,” said Luella sarcastically.
“Exactly,” I said. “And—”
“Don't mind me, Henry,” interrupted the voice of Mrs. Knapp.
“But I must,” said I, giving her greeting. “What service do you require?”
“Tell me what you have been doing.”
“I have just been telling Miss Luella.”
“And what, may I ask?”