CHAPTER XXIV
THE SAVING OF CURLY
Miss Blossom was at the front door having great arguments with a man.
"If you got baby carriages to sell," says she, "I claim to be a spinster, and if it's lightning-rods, I don't hold with obstructing Providence. If it's insurance, or books, or pianolas, or dress patterns, or mowing machines, you'd better just go home. I'm proof against agents of all sorts, I'm not at home to visitors, and I don't feed tramps. Thar now, you just clear out."
"'Scuse me, ma'am, I——"
"No, you mayn't."
"Allow me to introduce——"
"No you don't. You come to the wrong house for that."
"Wall, I'm blessed if——"
"Yo're much more apt to get bit by my dawg, 'cause yo' breath smells of liquor, and I'm engaged."