Slim ransacked his memory for the word. "Boudoir," he continued reflectively. "One of them 'fo' de wah' things we ust to have down in Kentucky?"
An explanation was demanded of him, and he proceeded to invent one. "Well, first you get a—get a—" Polly had fooled him so many times that he became suspicious in the midst of his creation, and asked:
"Look a here—you're sure you don't know what boudoir is?"
"Why, of course not," answered Polly simply.
Slim was relieved by her reply.
"All right," he resumed, crossing his legs, as if the position would help him better to think. "A boudoir is a see-gar."
"A see-gar?" echoed Polly, distinctly disappointed. Bud's offer to duplicate the boudoir was now reduced to the proportions of "two fer a nickel."
"Yep," assured the Sheriff. "They are named after a Roosian—one of them diplomat fellers."
"What's a diplomat?" Polly was finding Slim a mine of information, but all of the sort that needed plenty of expansion.
Slim chuckled, and with a twinkle in his eye drawled: "A diplomat is a man that steals your hat and coat, and then explains it so well that you give him your watch and chain. Sabe?"