Mary gathered up her papers. “I’ll keep you under cover.” She was smiling.
“What’s the joke?”
“I was thinking of how very busy idle people always are and of how much time busy people always manage to make for the idle people’s demands.”
He did not answer until he had collected his work materials. Then he said: “I should like to know just what these idle people do with themselves but I shall never have the time to find out.” He vanished into Mary’s office, banging the door.
Beatrice telephoned that afternoon, only to be given her husband’s message.
“I’ll drive out to the stockyards and get him,” she proposed.
“He went with some men and I don’t believe I’d try it if I were you,” Mary floundered.
“I see. Well, have him call me up as soon as he comes in. It is very important.”
When Steve reached home that night he found Beatrice in a well-developed pout.
“Didn’t you get my message?” she demanded, sharply.