"Fine, Mr. Glavis," replied Mildred's mother, arising to greet him for the second time that day.
"And where is my friend, Baptiste?" said Glavis. "I've just come from the Keystone, and while he stops there, I can never catch him in."
"He has not been here today, Glavis," replied Mildred.
"That's funny. I'd certainly like to see him."
"Why would you want to see him?" inquired Mildred's mother.
"Oh, I want to see him, of course, about all this scandal that's in the air."
"Hump! This appears to be the first time that you have wanted to see him since your father-in-law brought Orlean home."
"Well, of course," said Glavis, a little embarrassed. "It has always been a bad affair. A bad affair, and I certainly have wished Orlean would have kept us out of all the mess."
"Why not say you wished the Reverend had kept you out of all the mess," ventured Mildred's mother, who was out of patience with their conduct.
"Well, it's rather awkward. Baptiste is a little in fault himself."