"What?"
"Don't go to work to-day."
"I've got to; truly I have."
"You only think that. Call up O'Brien and ask to be excused. If you don't, I will. Now I'll be up at your place about ten. I've something special to give you, anyway."
"What?"
"I can't tell you on the 'phone."
"We-ell," I weakened; "all right, then."
I was rewarded beautifully for that.
"That's my little girl!" he said.