"Do you have dinner, too?" she ast.
"I should say we do!" says Mrs. Hatch. "And simply grand stuff to eat! It was nice last week at Beardsleys'; but you ought to been at Collinses'! First, they was an old-fashioned beefsteak supper; and then, when we was through playin', Mrs. Collins made us welsh rabbits in her chafin'-dish."
"That don't tempt me," I says. "I'd just as soon try and eat a raw mushrat as a welsh rabbit."
"Well, we got to be goin' in," says Hatch.
"Good night," says Mrs. Hatch; "and I wisht you was comin' with us."
The pitcher we seen was called The Fly Cop. Don't never waste a dime on it. They ain't a laugh in the whole show!
THE END
