“Well, why don’t you marry him?” laughed Harrigan. “There’s worse things than frankfurters and sauerkraut.”
“Not that I can think of just now,” returned Nora.
CHAPTER XI
AT THE CRATER’S EDGE
Harrigan declared that he would not go over to Caxley-Webster’s to tea.
“But I’ve promised for you!” expostulated his wife. “And he admires you so.”
“Bosh! You women can gad about as much as you please, but I’m in wrong when it comes to eating sponge-cake and knuckling my knees under a dinky willow table. And then he always has some frump....”
“Frump!” repeated Nora, delighted.