“But it matches the room so nicely,” she dib. “When will you learn to be a decoration? Also I give you 12 fashionable cigars for Xmas and you continue making puff-puff with that horid old pipe.”
“I would never be so cruel as to burn up your gifts,” he repartee. “Besides this pipe, though strong, is more gentle in its strength than many cigars of twice its weakness.”
“I fix you nice wicker chair by lamp-shade, yet you continue to spill ash on fine velvet furniture. Why is?”
“Velvet, though expensive, has a way of feeling soft to tired business men,” he explain, looking ashamed.
“Also I have fixed works of Hon. Robt Browning for your benefit. Why do you continue to snub this great poet?”
“I mean him no personal injury,” say Hon. Fillup. “Unfortunately I can find better murders in newspapers, and they are easier to read.”
So he continue through the evening, setting in his cuff-sleeves, smudging his pipe and looking very misfit.
Last Wednesday morning when he was departing off for his office he say with hopes:
“I shall bring college friend Charlie Stringer home for dinner, if convenient.”
“Don’t!” she say continuously.