"Hel-lup!" says I gaspy.
"Do I understand," he goes on, "that one of my cards went with those roses?"
"Yep," says I prompt. "Little idea of mine. I—I wanted to see what would happen."
"Really!" says he sarcastic. "Well, I trust that my part of the performance was quite satisfactory to you." And with that he wheels and marches off.
"Whiffo!" says I, drawin' in a long breath. "But he is grouched for fair, ain't he!"
All the sympathy I gets from Vee, though, is a chuckle. "Don't you believe a word of it," says she. "Just wait!"