"You'll be sorry."
Mrs. Gude looked back. Her husband still grinned.
"You're crazy," she said, with conviction, and went out.
An instant later she reopened the door. Billy was executing a pas seul in the middle of the floor.
"Are you crazy?" she demanded, in affright.
Billy paused long enough to wink at her.
"You better go do your errand, Abbie."
Abbie seized him by the arm.
"What is the matter?"
Then Billy's news refused longer to be retained.