"Really! I had no idea I was the least bit dangerous." Miss Blake, turning to her host, smiled frigidly. "I'm so sorry I intruded."
"Now don't say that!" Speed strove to detain her. "Please don't be offended—I just have to train!"
"Of course. And will you pardon me for interrupting your routine?
You see, I had no idea I wasn't wanted."
"But you are, and I do want you! I—"
"Good-bye!" She nodded pleasantly at the door, and left her lover staring after her.
When she had gone, he cried, in a trembling voice: "You're a fine yap, you are! She got up early to do something nice for me, and you insulted her! You wouldn't even let me sit and hold her hand!"
"No palm-readin'." Speed turned to behold his trainer ravenously devouring the cake, and dashed to its rescue.
"It's heavier than a frog full of buckshot. You won't like it,
Cul."
"It's perfectly delicious!" came the choking answer.
"Then get back of them curtains. Willie'd shoot on sight."