How did
you get out of it?"
Roberts: "I didn't. I got into it further. I told her my wife had made
an appointment for me to meet a cook here that she'd engaged--"
Campbell: "You added insult to injury. Go on!"
Roberts: "And that she corresponded somewhat to the description;
and--and--"
Campbell: "Well?"
Roberts: "And she told me she was no more a cook than my wife was; and
she said she'd teach me to be playing my jokes on ladies; and she
grabbed up her things and flew out of the room."
Campbell; "Waddled, _I_ should have said. But this is pretty serious,
Roberts. She may be a relation of John L. Sullivan's. I guess we
better get out of here; or, no, we can't! We've got to wait for Amy
and Agnes."
Roberts: "What--what would you do?"
Campbell: "I don't know. Look here, Roberts: would you mind sitting a
little way off, so as to look as if I didn't belong with you? I don't
want to be involved in this little row of yours unnecessarily."
Roberts: "Oh, come now, Willis! You don't think she'll make any
trouble? I apologized. I said everything I could think of. She _must_
think I was sincere."
Campbell: "In taking her for a cook? I've no doubt she did. But I
don't see how that would help matters.
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