“Nothing like being prepared.”
“I knew pretty well what I was up against before I went. The old complaint,” said John, drawing on his slippers as he spoke.
CHAPTER XIV.
Mary had been down the street, shopping. “I'll drop in and visit with John a few minutes,” she thought, as she drew near the office. When she entered her husband was at the telephone with his back toward her.
“Hello. What is it?”
“Shake up your 'phone, I can't hear a word you're saying.”
“Who?”
“Oh, yes, I know.” Exasperation was in every letter of every word.
“Take one every six months and let me hear from you when they're all gone.” Slam! “There's always some damned thing,” he muttered, and turning faced his wife.
“A surprising prescription, John. What does it mean?”