At which Dudley gets fussed and Old Hickory chuckles.

"I'll take a chance," says Mr. Ellins. "If I'm to be your guardian, I
ought to know you better. So you two trot right up to the house and
prepare to stay the week out. Here, Torchy! 'Phone for the limousine.
No, not a word, young woman! I haven't time to discuss it. Clear out,
both of you! See you at dinner."

"There!" says Marjorie as a partin' shot. "I just knew you were an old
dear!"

"Stuff!" protests Mr. Ellins. "'Old bear,' is more like it."

And me, I picks up a new cue. I escorts 'em out to the gen'ral office
with all the honors. "I'll have that car down in a jiffy, Miss," says
I.

"Oh, thank you," says Marjorie. "And if you think of anything we ought
to ditch in the meantime--"

"Ah, what's the use rubbin' it in on me," says I, "after the way you
put it over Mr. Ellins? I don't count. Besides, anybody that fields
their position like you do has got me wearin' their button for keeps."

"Really?" says she. "I shall remember that, you know; and there's no
telling what dreadful thing I may do before I go. Is there, Dud?"

"Oh, quit it, Peggy!" says he. "Behave, can't you?"