"No, no!" says Bess. "It'll be pleasanter to all eat together."
So for about half an hour we had 'em with us; and they'd of stuck the rest o' the evenin' if I'd gave 'em a chance.
"What about a little game o' cards?" says Bishop, when we was through eatin'.
"It's mighty nice o' you to suggest it," I says; "but I know you're only doin' it for my sake and the Wife's. We'll find some way to amuse ourself, and you and Bess can take a stroll down on the beach."
"The wind made me sleepy," says Bishop. "I believe I'll go up to my room and turn in."
"The rooms is not ready," I says. "The clerk'll let us know as soon as we can have 'em."
But he didn't take my word; and when he'd talked to the clerk himself, and found out that he could have his room right away, they wasn't no arguin' with him. Off he went to bed at eight P. M., leavin' the Missus and I to entertain the Belle o' Wabash.
Sunday mornin' I added to my investment by hirin' a flivver to take us out to the Edgewater Club.
"Now," I says, "we'll rent some bathin' suits and cool off."
"I don't dast go in," says Bishop. "I'd take more cold. I'll watch the rest o' you."