"How dare you speak of my husband so?" she replied. "We were married this morning. That's all we came for to your silly convention. Good-by." And rising, she swept out of the room.
But her exit was unobserved. The great West was still rattling on its blackboards, Maverick and Cottsill were scowling darkly at Totts. Totts was pointing one finger at coat-house, and Willows was smiling steadily at Totts, in a manner that now convinced me we were approaching the edge of something quite particular. Nor did even the bridegroom know that his bride had left us.
"I beg yore pardon, suh?" he repeated.
"Coat-house. What's that?" said Totts.
"It is whah they'd have you, suh, if they caught you teachin' any o' those railroad accidents o' yore's to the young."
"Yes, indeed; yes, indeed!" cried Maverick and Cottsill, eagerly.
Totts loudly blew his nose. "It shall remain court-house in the dictionary of scholars," he remarked.
Willows ran his eye up and down Totts' list, and then up and down Totts. "Schooling," he softly returned, "has done powerful little for the Amurrican who sails to Yurrup and puts surrup on his hot cakes."
"Yes, indeed; yes, indeed!" said Cottsill and Maverick again.