And so Mr. Edgerton is very much worried and I says to him, “Do you really think that she will do such a mean thing?”
He says, “I do not know for is it possible to say what a woman will do when she is very angry?”
I says, “Yes it is possible,” I says, “if you do not mind answering me a very personal question.”
“What is that Miss Riggs?”
“Will you tell me whether Mrs. Edgerton has got any money of her own?”
“No she has not.”
“Then Mr. Edgerton,” I says, “you may rest quite easy for she is not going to say a word to the Spokesman nor to anyone else that will tell because don’t you see that if she done that she would be throwing her bread and butter in the mud?” I says.
“But she is frightfully angry Miss Riggs almost hysterical.”
“That is all right,” I says. “But when a woman gets hysterical she always keeps one corner of her brains that knows what she is doing and why. Mrs. Edgerton has got a swell apartment and an electric coop and a squirrel-skin coat and all them things is very nice and what is making her angry is the idea that I am getting a part of them away from her. But that is not going to make her give up the rest,” I says.
“Really now,” he says, “you are too cynical about women.”