That reminded me that I'd came home before the final extras was out; so I put on my hat and went over to Tim's to look at the score-board. It took me till one A. M. to memorize the batteries and everything. The Wife was still awake yet when I got home and I had enough courage to resume hostilities.
"If what you told me about Bishop and Bess is true," I says, "I guess I'll pack up and go fishin' for the rest o' the summer."
"And leave me to starve, I suppose!" says she.
"Bishop'll take care of the both o' you," I says. "If he don't I'll send you home a couple o' carp."
"If you go and leave me it's the last time!" she says. "And it shows you don't care nothin' about me."
"I care about you, all right," I says; "but not enough to be drove crazy in my own house."
"They's nothin' for you to go crazy about," she says. "If Bess and Mr. Bishop wants to tie up leave 'em alone and forget about 'em."
"I'd like nothin' better," I says; "but you know they'll give us no chance to forget about 'em."
"Why not?" she ast me.
"Because they'd starve to death without us," I says.