“Why you no cook for eat it?” she require with hawk voice.
“I have cooked something more grand than merely stomach food,” I snuggest. “While you was absentee, I have been preparing something elegant for the brain to chew: I have made a Dishcovery!”
“O narrate it to me!” she collapse for vasty excitements.
“Not to do!” I holla. “Such thoughts must be delivered by express to editor of Good Housekeeper Magazine.”
She glub slightly, but I was firm.
“If you have time to spare from your scientific study, please prepare what hash there is in the house for food which is 2½ hours late.” She say it.
At 6:47 hour, Hon. Cluck return back in usual mood of joyless anticipation. He say several nouns expressing lateness of Japanese cookery, then he remove off coat, collar, neckbow & shoe-ware, expecting to put on house slippers and smoke-jacket and manufacture comfort.
“If Togo shall be till breakfast preparing dinner, I shall go to my Mawruss Chair and enjoy slight kitten nap,” Hon. Mister glump.
“If you had more regular profiles, you would be a sleeping beauty,” contuse Hon. Mrs.
“If this home was run right, it would not be run down!” combust him.