the other. But even his too solid flesh was not proof against the
continued bombardment of the umbrella handle.

"Um-m-m," he grunted savagely, applying a watery eye to the round window.

"Nothing," answered the fat lady, quite satisfied at having her worst
fears confirmed.

Chugg returned to his driving, as one not above the weakness of seeing and
hearing things.

"’Tain’t coffee."

"Could you smell it?" questioned Mary, anxiously.

"You never can tell that way, when they are plumb pickled in it, like
him."

"Then how did you know it wasn’t coffee?"

"His eyes had fresh watered."

Mary collapsed under this expert testimony. "What are we going to do about
it?"

"Appeal to him as a gentleman," said the fat lady, not without dramatic
intonation.

"You appeal," counselled Mary; "I saw him look at you admiringly when you
were walking down that steep grade."