“I wouldn’t mind taking a hand if you’ll play fair.” Just then the butler came in with the drinks.
“Henderson,” remarked Jane without even so much as looking up, “what was that word I taught you—do you remember it?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Well, what was it?”
“Skid-doo, ma’am.”
“Very good. Now turn around and say it to that man.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He turned slowly and with great dignity to the drummer who was bracing himself up against the door, and commanded:
“Skid-doo, sir.”
“So I’m to be fired, eh?”