"Well, they's one man looks 's if he was disguised as a balloon, but I don't believe he's no slooch-hound."
"Well, if you see anything that looks like a detective and he asks for Mrs. Fosdick——"
"Mrs. What-dick?"
"Mrs. Fosdick! You tell him I'm not on board." And she gave him another coin.
"Yassum," said the porter, lingering willingly on such fertile soil. "I'll tell him Mrs. Fosdick done give me her word she wasn't on bode."
"Yes!—and if a woman should ask you."
"What kind of a woman?"
"The hideous kind that men call handsome."
"Oh, ain't they hideous, them handsome women?"
"Well, if such a woman asks for Mrs. Fosdick—she's my husband's first wife—but of course that doesn't interest you."