“Look at Mrs. Granton’s shoulders shaking,” muttered Gringo. “She thinks that’s a joke on my boss.”
Mistress turned round—her face perfectly convulsed with amusement. “Rudolph,” she said, “you old goose.”
“Gander,” corrected master. “Do the animal kingdom justice.”
“Gander then,” said mistress. “Norman Bonstone can’t be compared with you. You are the handsomest man I ever saw.”
Master gave her a quizzical smile. “It looks as if we were both satisfied, doesn’t it?” he said.
“I am a very happy woman,” she said with emphasis. “I used not to be. I am now.”
“Isn’t much more to be added to that,” said Gringo, as the two went arm in arm from the room. “It’s fine to have all the bosses happy. Makes things easier for us dogs—but who comes here?”
“Our unhappy ghost,” I said as Amarilla sneaked into the room.
“How de do, dogsie,” said Gringo amiably. “Do you think I am handsome?”