chauffeur to get under way. I think I saw him shakin' his fist back at
me as he drives off. So rough of him!

Upstairs I finds Auntie all in a flutter and tryin' to hide it. Vee
looks at me inquirin' and anxious, but I chats on for a while just as
if nothing had happened. Somehow, I was enjoyin' watchin' Auntie
squirm. My mistake was in forgettin' that Vee was fidgety, too. No
sooner has Auntie left the room, to send Helma scoutin' down to the
front door, than I'm reminded.

"Ouch!" says I. Vee sure can pinch when she tries. I decides to
report.

"Oh; by the way," says I, as Auntie comes back, "I just ran across Mr.
Creighton."

"Yes?" says Auntie eager.

"He wasn't feelin' quite himself," says I. "Sudden attack of something
or other. He didn't say exactly. But I expect that concert excursion
is scratched."

"Scratched!" says Auntie, lookin' dazed.

"Canceled," says I. "Anyway, he went off in a hurry."

"But--but he-was to have--" And there she stops.

"I know," says I. "Maybe he'll explain later, though."