It sounds harmless enough, don't it? They ain't nothin' to it even when it's transferred over from the Latin, "Without no cares." But just leave her hear it mentioned and watch her grab the two deadliest weapons that's within reach, one to use on you or whoever said it, and the other on me, on general principles.
You think I'm stringin' you, and I admit you got cause—that is, till you've heard the details of our latest plunge in the cesspools o' Society.
II
It was a Friday evenin' about three weeks ago when I come home and found the Wife quaverin' with excitement.
"Who do you think called up?" she ast me.
"I got no idear," I says.
"Guess!" says she.
So I had to guess.
"Josephus Daniels," I says. "Or Henry Ford. Or maybe it was that guy with the scar on his lip that you thought was smilin' at you the other day."
"You couldn't never guess," she says. "It was Mrs. Messenger."