He brushed the dirt from his seedy frock coat and buttoned it carefully.
“You’ve been drinking,” pleaded the girl.
“Yet I’m not drunk!” he declared triumphantly.
“Then you’re giving a good imitation,” she said with an audible smile.
“Miss Susie, I deny the allegation.”
He bowed with impressive dignity.
Susie drew him firmly toward the street.
“You mustn’t go in—I ran all the way to stop you in time—you’ll quarrel with the Judge.”
“That’s what I came for.”
“Well, you musn’t do it. Mama says the Judge has the power to ruin you.”