“You really expect me to believe such rubbish?” she cries.
“Well ma’am,” I says. “It may be rubbish but it seems like good political business to me. I don’t understand you at all.”
But she only gets redder and madder so that she can hardly talk but only sort of gasp and she says looking at her husband, “To bring her into my home to mock at me! The shame of it!”
Says Mr. Edgerton very cold, “You invited her here and you undertook to behave yourself.”
“Oh,” she says, “I can’t stand it I can’t stand it!” And suddenly she busts into tears and clasps her napkin to her eyes and rushes out of the room and there the two of us is left staring at each other.
“Well Mr. Edgerton,” I says, “I am very much puzzled about this because what have I done?”
“You have not done nothing,” he says.
“Is it that she thinks I have been too familiar talking about the Spokesman like He was one of us plain people?”
But he says no that is not it. “The truth is Miss Riggs I have not been able to persuade my wife that you and I are seriously interested in public questions and so when you sit and talk about helping me it seems to her that we are playing a game to make her ridiculous.”
“Oh that is it!” I says. “But does she not know that this is a free country and that I have got a vote the same as she has?”