On With Torchy by Sewell Ford
page 74 of 289 (25%)
page 74 of 289 (25%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
"But really," puts in Marjorie, "it's just as well if we don't see him."
"Yes, and get me fired for not carryin' out instructions," says I. "My orders are to work you in when there's a chance." "Oh, in that case," says Marjorie, "perhaps we had better wait. We don't wish to cause trouble for anyone, especially such a bright, charming young----" "Nix on the josh," says I. "And have a seat while I skirmish." "Very well, then," says she, screwin' her face up cunnin' and handin' me one of them crooked smiles. Say, she pretty near had me goin' right from the start. And as I tiptoes into the boss's room I sees he ain't doin' anything more important than signin' letters. "They're here," says I, "the wards. Is it all right to run 'em in now?" He grunts, nods his head, and keeps on writin'. So I strolls back to the reception room. "All right," says I. "I've fixed it up for you." "Now, wasn't that sweet in you?" gurgles Marjorie, glancin' sideways at Brother. I couldn't swear it was a wink, either; but it's one of them knowin' fam'ly looks, and she follows it up with a ripply sort of a giggle. |
|