"Thanks!" says I. "Same to you; and I ain't got so much on you at that, eh?"
We drops the subject there; but Mr. Robert seems so pleased over something or other that we'd gone twenty blocks before he remembers what brought me up.
"Oh, by the way," says he, "I suppose there'll be no end of row about my forgetting to send down those contracts. The Governor was wild, wasn't he?"
"He was wild, all right," says I, "without knowin' whether you'd forgot 'em or not."
"But when you 'phoned him," says Mr. Robert, "of course he——"
"Ah, say!" says I. "Do I look like a trouble hunter? I 'phoned Piddie—told him to sneak 'em out, send 'em down, and keep his mouth shut. All you got to do is act innocent."
Never mind the hot air Mr. Robert passes out after that. What tickles me most is the package that came for me yesterday by messenger. I finds it on my plate at dinner time; so both the old ladies was on hand when I opens it.
"Why, Torchy!" says Aunt Martha, lookin' at me shocked and scandalized. "A young lady's picture!"
"Yep," says I. "Ain't she a dream, though?"
And, say, Martha'd been lecturin' me yet if it hadn't been for Zenobia breakin' in.