“But there won’t be any dancing or drinking or card-playing at the Orpheum, will there?”
He lost his temper. “What’s the matter with you? Can’t you see––?”
“No, but I can hear pretty well,” said Mirabelle. “I’m not deaf. And seems to me––” She sniffled. “Seems to me you’re making an awful funny start of things, Theodore.”
“My dear girl––”
“What?”
“I just said ‘my dear girl.’ I–––”
“Say it again, Theodore!”
To himself, Mr. Mix said something else, but for Mirabelle’s benefit, he began a third time. “My dear girl, it’s simply to evade the law, and–––”
“But Theodore, if we lift one finger to stop the raising of money for the poor starving children in foreign countries, we’d lose every scrap of influence we’ve gained.”