“I don't know. What do you s'pose she'll say?”
“I guess you know what she ought to say, all right.”
“Do you think she'll be mad?”
“Oh, you shut up!”
Bruce went to bed early, but Hunch heard him tossing until late. In the morning he was moody.
“Hunch,” he said, after breakfast, “what time does the train go down?”
“'Bout half an hour.”
“Say, I s'pose I might as well take it as the noon train.”
“That's your business-'tain't mine.”
“Well, I guess I will. Say, Hunch, I'll tell you—s'pose you come along.”