“All settled up?” he inquired mildly.
“Yes,” Gorgas smiled back. “Everything O. K.”
“O. K.,” he hummed. “So he bunt? Eh?”
Nobody answered.
“When you take you’ w’ite-wash house, eh?”
“But he didn’t bunt, Bardek,” she laughed mischievously.
“Not bunt? Then why everyt’ing—O. K.?” he demanded.
“No, Bardek,” she explained. “You see, it was this way. I played in for a bunt—”
“You played in for a bunt? You! I see that—”
“But instead of bunting, he biffed one on the nose—”