Then, I gits up. “Excuse me,” I says, “fer puttin’ a kibosh on you’ party. But I just want to say that this Bohemia-artistic-temper’ment fandango stands adjourned. Ev’rybody please vamose–’ceptin’ the Perfessor.”
My goodness! the pow-wow! But they skedaddled just the same. Then I turned to Long-hair.
“You’ little game is over,” I begun. “You don’t flimflam this gal another minute. You don’t bum offen her fer another meal. You don’t give her no more of that Patty song-and-dance.”
Macie come at me. “Alec! that’s insultin’,” she says.
The Perfessor starts a-gabblin’.
“Hole you’ hosses,” I says. “You knowed all the time that the impressyroa wasn’t goin’ to show up.”
“Miss Sewell, this is too much,” says Long-hair, clawin’ at his mane.
“They’s more a-comin’,” I says. “Macie, I was shore somethin’ was skew-gee about this mealy-mouth here, so I had a talk with that Seenyer this afternoon.”
That give Long-hair a jolt. “Impossible!” he yells; “the secretaries––”
“They was about eight, not to mention some office kids,” I says; “but when I give ’em some straight ole Oklahomaw, I went in O. K.”