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Updated: May 18, 2025
But that hits Miss Vee's aunt rather heavily, doesn't it? That is, if the deal has gone through." "Who's her lawyers?" says I. "They ought to know." "Of course," says Mr. Robert, reachin' for the 'phone. "Winkler, Burt & Winkler. Look up the number, will you? Eh? Broad, did you say?" And inside of three minutes he has explained the case and got the verdict. "They don't know," says he.
Every night after dinner I'd spend about an hour rollin' him over on his back and lettin' him bite away at my bare hand. He liked to get hold of my trouser leg, or Vee's dress, or the couch cover, or anything else that was handy, and tug away and growl. Reg'lar circus to see him. And then I begun to find scratches on my hands. The little rascal was gettin' a full set of puppy teeth.
Only old Vee's honest face held steady for awhile against the darkness that had swallowed up the battalion behind us. Then his jaw dropped and the face stiffened, so that a fly made bold to explore the puffed and scornful nostril. I waked brushing a fly from my nose, and saw the Club waiter set out the evening papers on the table.
We could either stay out there and stare at the door, or follow her in. So in we goes. And maybe Vee's gray eyes don't open some wide as she views the procession streamin' in. She glances at me inquirin'. I throws up both hands and shakes my head, indicatin' that it was beyond words.
I mean, he does when he ain't too busy with important enterprises; such as haulin' Buddy, the Airedale pup, around by the ears; or spoonin' in milk and cereal, with Buddy watchin' hopeful for sideslips; or pullin' out the spool drawer of Vee's work table.
You see this friend of Vee's who's billed for the blushin' bride act has decided to have the event pulled off at Birch Crest, the family's summer home up in the hills of old N. H. Vee has promised to motor up the day before with the bridesmaid, leavin' me to follow the next mornin'. But when we come to look up train schedules it develops that the only way to get to Birch Crest by train is via Boston.
She just lets them big eyes of hers travel up and down, from Vee's smooth-fittin' gloves to the little wisp of straw-colored hair that curls up over the side of her fur hat. You couldn't blame Helma. I took a peek now and then myself. Meanwhile we has a good chance to inspect this waif that's been sort of wished on us.
You've let your company simply go to seed. Don't try and explain. I've told all those lies myself in my time. It's only idleness. I know. Come and lunch with me to-morrow and I'll give you a wrinkle or two in barracks." He turned to me. "Suppose we pick up Vee's defeated legion and go home. You'll dine with us to-night. Good-bye, Ramsay. Yes, you're en etat de partir, right enough.
Havin' inspected the baby critical without findin' anything special to kick about, she suggests that she'd like to look over the grounds. "Oh, yes, Torchy," chimes in Vee, "do show Auntie your garden." Maybe you don't get that "your garden." It's only Vee's way of playin' me as a useful and industrious citizen.
I don't know whether someone punctured an air cushion just then, or whether it was me heavin' a sigh of relief. "Ain't you?" says I. "But Vee's strong for it, and if you don't mind " "My niece is writing letters," says Aunty, "and asked not to be disturbed until after five o'clock." "But in this case," I goes on, "maybe she'd sidetrack the letters if you'd send up word how "
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