And up came the case, another Puritan, slim, alive, afire.
“I know,” she began, “I know what you’re going to say; every word of it. I’m fired, but, first, I must hear a lecture; the same old lecture. So fire away, but cut it short.”
“Won’t you be seated?” he said politely.
“Thanks,” she mocked.
He rose, and, with a chivalrous bow, begged her to “Please be seated.”
“No,” she declared decidedly, “I’ll take it standing, so I can get out if I don’t like——”
“Sit down,” he bellowed.
She sat.
He stood glaring at her. “Think I’d let you stand there lecturing and judging me?” he growled. And he lectured and judged her. Then he, too, sat.
“How do you know what I was going to say?” he demanded.