"Rather an original old lady, Zenobia," says Mr. Robert. "And I understand, from a talk I had with her over the 'phone early last evening, that she was arbitrating the case of a young man who was in some danger of arrest in her home. How did it come out, Torchy?"
"Ah, say, you're on, ain't you?" says I. "Well, it was a verdict for the defense, because I promised to do it again if I ever got the chance."
Mr. Robert grins. "That grandson of hers is certainly a holy terror," says he. "You and Zenobia parted friends, then?"
"Not yet," says I. "We ain't parted at all. I'm stayin' as a trial boarder."
"What!" says he, sittin' up. "Oh, I see. An experiment in practical sociology, eh?"
"Maybe that's it," says I. "Anyway, it depends on whether or not I can stand Aunt Martha."
And when I leaves Mr. Robert he still has his mouth open.