“I’ve got a ⸺ good notion to leave with yuh,” says Magpie.
“Let’s make it a trio,” says I.
“What are you insulted about?” asks Magpie.
“I ain’t so danged particular that I’d mention any one little thing.”
“I came here to recuperate,” sighs Henrietta. “I escaped from every one and went to one country where they would never expect to find me, and I am not welcome, it seems. I thought I might find a new theme in the wild dances of aboriginal tribes. That sort of thing is new and original, I think.”
“I think so too,” nods Magpie. “They sure do dance wild around here.”
“Often?”
“Every time we can find somebody what can call a quadrille. Round dances don’t go very good, ’cause there’s always some woman accusin’ her husband of huggin’ some other man’s wife⸺”
“I don’t mean civilized dances.”
“Neither do I,” agrees Magpie.