"You're the limit."
"I gave her a ballin' out last night about it too."
Mrs. Lautier came in at this moment, and that was the end of it for awhile.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"I'll Never be Anything But a Vagabond"
Sidney Wyeth had about filled Attalia with The Tempest by this time, and had anticipated going to another city almost as large, about one hundred seventy miles west. He made known the fact to Slim, and suggested that he might leave him in charge of the office, if he did so. As a precaution, or rather, to get some idea of his ability to dictate letters, he had him compose a few. When the typist handed them to him to be read, and he had done so, he decided to allow him to continue his canvass, and to hire some one more proficient.
"Say," he cried the next day. "I've been thinking it over, and maybe I'll be going along with you."
"That so? Well, I do not see any reason in particular why you should not go."
"There's only one reason," he said thoughtfully.