Torchy, Private Sec.
"Mooshwaw!" says I. "Maybe I could. But she's only one. Who's the other?"
"She failed to state," says Mr. Robert. "She merely said, 'We shall be down about three o'clock.'"
"We?" says I. Then I whistles. So that was her game! It was Vee she was bringin' along!
"Well?" says Mr. Robert.
I expect I was some pinked up, and fussed, too, at the prospect. "Excuse me," says I, "but I got to sidestep."
"Why," says he, "I rather thought this assignment might be somewhat agreeable."
"I know," says I. "You mean well enough; but, honest, Mr. Robert, if that foxy old dame's comin' down here with Miss Vee, I'm--well, I don't stand for it, that's all! I'm off; with a blue ticket or without one, just as you say."
I was reachin' for my new lid too, when Mr. Robert puts out his