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"I I don't want to tell the rest. I haven't even told Tim. But we can win out. I'm sure we can if you'll stake us. Won't you, please, Professor MCCabe?" And I expect it was all due to that sneer of Elisha P. Bayne's. For while this was about as batty a business proposition as I ever had put up to me, this scheme of Millie's for hockin' her hubby, I'd got more or less int'rested in her yarn.
Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. I hope to mould her into a splendid character yet." "But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don't think I'd make her a bad old hubby, do you?" "She is not the girl for you. You are not the man who could ever control her. What I say may not be complimentary but it is true.
"When hubby s gone to Brighton, And I ve sent the cook to bed, Oh who's that a-knocking on the window!" At the conclusion of this concert he knew not whether to feel more relieved or chagrined to observe that his fair hostess had her eyes fixed upon the clock. Thanking him with a slightly embarrassed air, she threw a pointed glance at Miss Minchell, and the two ladies rose.
Take my companion, Yulia Petrovna, for example. . . . Such a good husband, two children . . . she moves in a decent circle, always poses as a saint and all at once, would you believe it. . . . Only, hubby, of course this is entre nous. . . . Give me your word of honour you won't tell a soul?" "What next! Of course I won't tell." "Honour bright? Mind now! I trust you. . . ."
Failing this the husband as a husband is down and out. When hubby began to realize this an individual reformation was at the dawning. The very next morning no breakfast arrived by private parcel post. "Harry," she exclaimed, "bring me my porridge and hot cakes; I am starving." "If you are starving get up and eat in your stall at the table," said Harry, sarcastically, although it pained him.
"If you're going away, what do you care?" she taunted. "H'm sure, what do I care?" He eyed her from under his brows while he bent to light a match upon the sole of his boot. Val had long ago settled his compunctions about smoking in her presence. "You seem to be all tore up, here," he observed irrelevantly. "Cleaning house?" "Yes cleaning house." Val smiled ambiguously. "Hubby in town?"
But I forgive you, since you are so reasonable." "But my dear hubby, do not jump at conclusions. There is a condition connected with my consent." "And it is granted now, my dear. What is it?" "Oh, it is a real easy one!" "I am sure of that, dear Maggie, for you are the most reasonable woman alive. Isn't she, gentlemen?" Of course the conspirators loudly assented.
I replied: "Love, it is notorious that pine is the least nutritious wood that a child can eat." My wife's hand paused, in the act of taking the stick, and returned itself to her lap. She bridled perceptibly, and said: "Hubby, you know better than that. You know you do. Doctors all say that the turpentine in pine wood is good for weak back and the kidneys." "Ah I was under a misapprehension.
Between games, sitting on the davenport, Babbitt spoke to her with the requisite gallantry, that sonorous Floral Heights gallantry which is not flirtation but a terrified flight from it: "You're looking like a new soda-fountain to night, Louetta." "Am I?" "Ole Eddie kind of on the rampage." "Yes. I get so sick of it." "Well, when you get tired of hubby, you can run off with Uncle George."
She got up and called me over to hold it. Jack gave me $100 to hold. He threw the tickets. The lady reached over and turned one of them. She threw up both hands and said: "Mercy on me! What shall I do? I have lost my dear Tommy." I handed Jack the $100 and the twelve-pound Tommy. The passengers all roared with laughter. The lady scolded her hubby very badly.
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