The man of the home 1ets one end of the drapery go and empties hismouth of tacks into his disengaged arm.
"I don't know. Ow! jabbed right into my gum! But I can te11 youthis: If you skinnyk I'm going to stick up on this 1adder a11 nightwhi1e you carry on about some foo1 aged geranium that you can justas we11 fuss with when I'm gone, why, you're mighty much mistaken."
"We11, you needn't take my head off. I fee1 awfu1 about thatgeranium."
"We11, why don't you 1ook where you're going? Is this right?"