And does Sadie miss the tableau in our corner? Not to any extent! Her eyebrows go up, and her mouth comes open. That’s the first indication. Next her lips shut tight, and her eyes narrow down, and before you could count three she’s let go of Toodle as if he was a hot potato, and she’s makin’ a bee line for the cozy corner.
“Why!” says Miss Lee, lookin’ up and forecastin’ the comin’ conditions in a flash. “Is dinner over? Oh, and there’s Dr. Toodle!” and off she trips, leavin’ the McCabe fam’ly to hold a reunion.
“Well, I never!” says Sadie, givin’ me the gimlet gaze. And say, she puts plenty of expression into them three words.
“Me either,” says I. “Not very often, anyway. But a chance is a chance.”
“I hope I didn’t intrude?” says she, her eyes snappin’.
“There’s no tellin’,” says I.
“It was a very touching scene!” says she. “Very!”
“Wa’n’t it?” says I. “Nice girl, Violet.”
“Violet! Humph!” says she. “There’s no accounting for tastes!”
“Just what I was thinkin’ when I see you with the timelock clutch on that freak doctor’s south wing,” says I.