“From West Dewberry, Mass., more better place than you!” snib Hon. Mrs. Boss.
“I shall teach you some manners,” report Hon. Fattish making tug-jerk to waist.
I could not see that dear Mrs. Sweet thusly deposed upon, so I stand forth with upturned bundle.
“Stop off!” I holla to this wide woman. “How darest you be rude to a lady?”
Hon. Mrs. Boss and Hon. Mrs. Stout stand offward and look to me.
“Togo,” ensnap Mrs. Violet Sweet, “when you are called on you shall be called.”
So I withdrew backwards and permit her to finish that slaughter alone. Again she requesh me for handbag. I donate it to her.
“I shall keep it,” she dib. “You are not safe with valuable accumulations.”
So she give me one more swollen bundle for carry and proceed onwards.
“Where I shall find dish-pan, curling-iron and latest fiction-book bargain?” she require of Hon. Floorwalk.