"Oh, have we?" says Marjorie. "There, Dud! I was afraid we might. Perhaps we'd better not call, after all."
"Good!" says Dudley. "I didn't want to, anyway. We can just send in our cards and leave word that we——"
"Ah, can it!" says I. "Mr. Ellins is expectin' you; only he ain't a man you can walk in on casual."
"But really," puts in Marjorie, "it's just as well if we don't see him."
"Yes, and get me fired for not carryin' out instructions," says I. "My orders are to work you in when there's a chance."
"Oh, in that case," says Marjorie, "perhaps we had better wait. We don't wish to cause trouble for anyone, especially such a bright, charming young——"
"Nix on the josh," says I. "And have a seat while I skirmish."
"Very well, then," says she, screwin' her face up cunnin' and handin' me one of them crooked smiles.
Say, she pretty near had me goin' right from the start. And as I tiptoes into the boss's room I sees he ain't doin' anything more important than signin' letters.
"They're here," says I, "the wards. Is it all right to run 'em in now?"