“You see,” said Harry, by way of breaking the chill of his mother’s reception, “you see, Mr. Blumpitty wasn’t on any hotel register.”
“Why weren’t you?” demanded Mrs. Mar, as though this were a damning charge.
“No room anywhere,” said Blumpitty sadly.
“Oh, I hope you found a place to sleep in—” began Hildegarde.
“Wa-al, yes, after huntin’ around two whole days.”
“Two days!” says Mrs. Mar, ready to nail him for a liar at the start, and so save time. “There’s a night in the middle of two days.”
“Ya-as. We wished they wusn’t.”
“Where did you sleep?”
“Didn’t sleep much.”
“Where did you stay?”