"Have some?" says she. "You're so good-natured looking."
"That's my long suit," says I.
Then I see Vee's mouth corners twitching and she takes her turn. "You live around here, I suppose, William?" says she.
"No such luck," says I. "I come up special to get this job."
"But," puts in Mabel, holdin' a fat chocolate cream in the air, "Tucker wasn't hurt until yesterday."
"That's when I landed," says I.
"Someone must have sent you word then," says Vee, impish.
"Uh-huh," says I. "Someone mighty special too. Sweet of her, wa'n't it?"
"Oh! A girl?" asks Mabel, perkin' up.
"The girl," says I.