“Say, I thought you might have bit yourself accidental,” responded Mr. Bunny.
In the kitchen Johnny was talking earnestly with Mollie, as they washed and dried the supper dishes.
“Don't you have nothing to do with that fellow, Mollie——”
“Why, Johnny?”
“Well, mainly because he's no good. He's the rankest proposition I even stacked up' against, and I've seen 'em as rank as they make 'em.”
Mollie puckered her brows thoughtfully. She was fond of Johnny and they were engaged, but all the same she had the very human quality of disliking orders, and Johnny's voice smacked of command.
“I thought he was entertaining, and that he had nice table manners,” she said.
“Well, I didn't notice 'em if he had. I hate these smart geezers!”
“He was awful polite, Johnny.” She wished Johnny to be fair to the stranger; at the same time she felt affronted by his foolish jealousy.
“Fresh,” said Johnny, “if you call that being polite.”