"What's that man talkin' about now?" she persisted. Her companion became impatient.
"Oh, I don't know," she snapped. "Do give me a chance, won't you? I think he's been drinking. He says he doesn't know where he is or how he got here."
Kendrick thought it high time to protest. Also to raise his voice when doing so.
"That wasn't exactly it," he shouted. "I was takin' a little walk, that's all. I have to navigate pretty slow for my legs aren't just right."
"What did he say wa'n't right?" demanded the plump female.
"His legs."
"Eh! Legs! What's he talkin' about his legs for?"
"Oh, I don't know! Do be still a minute. It's his head that isn't right, I guess he means.... Don't you know you're trespassing? What do you mean by coming in here?"
"Well, ma'am, I didn't mean anything in particular. I just happened in by accident. I'm sorry."
"Humph! You didn't come in here to run off with anything that didn't belong to you, I hope."