“Boss,” he said, “meet the wife!”
Jules Kolto started. He staggered to his feet, trembling.
“Sister!” he cried, and opened his arms to the girl.
“Jules!” She rushed to him, sobbing and laughing at the same time. “Jules! You here? Oh, Jules, I thought I’d never see you again!”
Gus stood as though turned to stone.
“What—what—” he stammered.
“Oh, Gus, this is my brother!” the blushing young wife cried, and running to him pulled him forward by the hand. “My brother, Gus! Don’t you understand?”
“Well, not very good—” Gus muttered, then his face cleared and he thrust out his hand. “Joe,” he said, “I don’t know what this is all about, but if she’s yore sister, shake! We’re brother-in-laws.”
“Brothers-in-law,” Bug Eye corrected. “The plural here takes the possessive case.”
“Gus,” Mr. Manley said haltingly, “so yore back? Son, I’m glad! Put ’er there! I’m sorry I—”