"I'm not going to break down," I said resolutely. "Give it to Reuben.
Poor fellow, he was very wet."
She looked at my clothes, and then exclaimed:
"Why, Mr. Morton, don't you know you are wet through and through?"
"Am I?" and I looked down at my soaked garments.
"I don't believe you have a dry thread on you."
"I've been too excited to think of it. Of course, I got wet on the roof; but what's a summer shower! Your coffee's getting cold."
"So is yours."
"You have the doctor's orders."
"I would be glad if my wishes weighed a little with you," she said, appealingly.
"There, Miss Warren, if you put it that way I'd drink gall and vinegar," and I gulped down the coffee.