"Thinkin' of gettin' married, bo?"
"Married? What the—"
"She'll soon get useter it, I guess—they all do!" said the unabashed Spider. "Anyway, if you didn't snore exactly, you sure had a strangle hold on the snooze business, all right. Here's me crawled out o' me downy little cot t' put ye wise t' Bud's little game, an' here's you diggin' into the feathers t' beat th' band!"
"But the window was open; why didn't you come in right away?"
"Not much, bo, I ain't the kind o' fool as makes a habit o' wakin' your kind out o' their beauty sleep sudden, no more I ain't a guy as takes liberties in strange bedrooms, see?"
"Well, come in, Spider—sit on the bed; I haven't a chair to offer. By the way, I have to thank you—"
"Whaffor?"
"Breaking that window—"
"Oh, I guess it wasn't a bad wheeze."
"It gave me the chance I wanted, Spider."