“How could I have stopped her?” retorted Peter Hope. “She never said a word to me.”
“You could have kept an eye on her.”
“Kept an eye on her! When you’ve got a girl of your own, you’ll know more about them.”
“When I have,” asserted Clodd, “I’ll manage her.”
“We know all about bachelor’s children,” sneered Peter Hope, the editor.
“You leave it to me. I’ll have it for you before the end of the week,” crowed the sub-editor.
“If you do get it,” returned Clodd, “I shall throw it out, that’s all.”
“You said yourself a lady advertising-agent would be a good idea,” the sub-editor reminded him.
“So she might be,” returned Clodd; “but she isn’t going to be you.”
“Why not?”