"The third Wednesday, eh?" says I. "That's to-morrow, ain't it?"
"Sure," says Tessie. "Which is why you can't see her to-day. She's in trainin' for the big event—y'understand?"
"But I'd like to set her mind easy on this stock proposition," says I.
"Wish you could," says Tessie. "She's been stewin' a lot over something or other. Must be that. And I could take you up to her if you was on the list."
"What list?" I asks.
"Her doctor, her solicitor, her banker," says Tessie, checkin' 'em off on her fingers.
"Say," says I, "couldn't I ring in as one of her bankers? Then I could get this off my chest and not have to come again."
"I'll put it up to her," says Tessie. "Got a business card on you?"
I had, an engraved one. Maybe that's what did the trick, for Tessie comes back smilin'.
"But it'll take me half an hour or so to fix her up," says she. "She's dreadful fussy about her looks."