Down from the rack came his hat and coat.
“Where are you going, Harvey?”
“I am going to hunt that girl up just as fast as I can.”
“She did not wish to see you, my dear.”
“I haven’t the time to explain to you,” he expostulated. “Of course, you have no idea where she went, have you?”
“Wait a bit, Harvey,” she replied, a merry twinkle in her eye. “You have given me no time to tell you. I do know where she went. Sit down and I will tell you all about it.”
“You will make a long story out of nothing,” he exclaimed, impatiently; “and fooling my time here may cost me a fortune.”
Very reluctantly Mr. Tudor resumed his seat at his wife’s earnest persuasion.
“Skim lightly over the details, my dear; just give me the main points,” he said.
Like the good little wife she was, Mrs. Tudor obediently obeyed.