“That’s you,” decided Mr. Danks, pointing at Cook. Cook now convulsed with amusement.
“Wrong again! Someone says you can’t recite for nuts.”
“I say,” urged Mr. Danks, wriggling on the chair, “I’m as fond of a joke as anyone, but really— That sounds like you, miss.” Louisa shook her head negatively.
“You’re not lucky, old man. Someone says you’ll never get married in all your life for the simple reason that no one wants you.”
“That’s you this time, at any rate,” cried Mr. Danks, with melancholy triumph. And, as Louisa it was, the short young woman had to go out.
“Come in!” cried Erb, when the accusations had been decided upon. “Some of ’em have been making it warm for you, Louiser.”
“I’ll make it hot for them, Erb.”
“Someone says you’d be a fine looking gel if you were twice as broad and three times as long.”
“Cook!” exclaimed Louisa.
Cook, slightly disappointed at this swift identification, made her way out with a large sigh of regret at enforced exercise. It was determined now to show more ingenuity, and Cook had to knock two or three times ere permission could be given for her return.