“Yes, ma’am!”
“Well, don’t yell so. I’m a little deaf, but I don’t have to be yelled at, young man.”
“No’m.”
“Eh? What say?”
“It’s a nice day!” bawled Chub, desperately.
“Yes, yes, I’m a-going for it. Ain’t any sense being so impatient. Sit down and wait a minute. I don’t remember just where I put it.”
Chub retired to the railing and wiped his brow, while the old lady carefully closed and locked the door. Across the street the others were struggling with their laughter.
“Did you make her hear?” asked Dick, softly. Chub made a gesture of despair and felt of his throat gingerly. Presently the door opened again and the old lady held out the key.
“When’s she coming back?” she asked.