"You took him to the theayter las' night, didn't you? Wastin' your good money, eh?"
"Not very much, Mrs. Trapes," said her lodger humbly.
Mrs. Trapes sniffed. "Anyway, it's a good thing you had him safe out o' the way, as it happens."
"Why?"
"Because that loafer M'Ginnis was hanging around for him all the evenin'. Even had the dratted imperence to come in here an' ask me where he was."
"And what did you tell him?"
"Tell him?" she repeated. "What did I not tell him!" Her voice was gentle, but what words could convey all the quivering ferocity of her elbows! "Mr. Geoffrey, I told Bud M'Ginnis just exactly what kind o' a beast Bud M'Ginnis is. I told Bud M'Ginnis where Bud M'Ginnis come from an' where Bud M'Ginnis would go to. I told Bud M'Ginnis the character of his mother an' father, very plain an' p'inted."
"And what did he say?"
"He say! Mr. Geoffrey, I didn't give him a chance to utter a single word, of course. An' when I'd said all there was to say, I picked up my heaviest flatiron, as happened to be handy, an' ordered him out; and Mr. Geoffrey, Bud M'Ginnis—went!"
"Under the circumstances," said Ravenslee, "I'm not surprised that he did."