“No more!” holla Mrs. Bogle dropping fire from her eyebrows. “Such reports are false as they are truthless. I permit neighbours to abuse my family, but when they distort my gowns I draw the string!”
She done so by making door-bang and departing offward amidst furies.
“Togo, who has came and went all at once?” require Hon. Mrs from upstairs.
“Mrs Cy Q. Bogle, please.”
“Mrs Bogle—how strange. I was just discussing her.”
“I told her you was.” This from me.
“WHAT!!!!” This from her.
I repeat. Loud silence. Sew-machine stop, gossip stop, dressmake stop.
“Annie,” I hear Mrs Jno W. Smith say, “Bring me glass of water to faint with. Also discharge Togo sooner than possible.”