Rosie accepted the tirade with a quiet smile.
"If you will tell me what it is all about I may be able to explain."
"Look at those billboard tickets!"
"What's the matter with them?"
"Matter? Matter?"
"Yes, that's what I asked."
"They're torn off crooked."
"Well, what of that?"
"What of that? Why, you woodenhead, when those tickets are presented at the door when the show comes around, the ticket takers won't accept them. Then there will be a howl that you can hear all across the state of Minnesota. How many times have I told you to be careful?"
"The tickets are all right," growled Rosie, now a little nettled.