“What are you doing? Why it’s a Western Union boy....” The light was a coppery tangle about her hair, picked out her body under the red silk kimono. The young man was wiry and brown in his unbuttoned shirt. “Well what are you doing in that room?”
“Please maam it was hunger brought me to it, hunger an my poor ole muder starvin.”
“Isnt that wonderful Stan? He’s a burglar.” She brandished the revolver. “Come on out in the hall.”
“Yes miss anythin you say miss, but dont give me up to de bulls. Tink o de ole muder starvin her heart out.”
“All right but if you took anything you must give it back.”
“Honest I didn’t have a chanct.”
Stan flopped into a chair laughing and laughing. “Ellie you take the cake.... Wouldnt a thought you could do it.”
“Well didnt I play this scene in stock all last summer?... Give up your gun.”
“No miss I wouldn’t carry no gun.”
“Well I dont believe you but I guess I’ll let you go.”