Roberts: "She said 'No!' very sharply. She seemed to take it in
dudgeon; she fired up."

Campbell: "I should think so. Sounded like an improper advertisement."

Roberts, in great distress: _"Don't_, Willis, for Heaven's sake!"

Campbell: "Why, you must see it had a very clandestine look. How did
you get out of it?"

Roberts: "I didn't. I got into it further. I told her my wife had made
an appointment for me to meet a cook here that she'd engaged--"

Campbell: "You added insult to injury. Go on!"

Roberts: "And that she corresponded somewhat to the description;
and--and--"

Campbell: "Well?"

Roberts: "And she told me she was no more a cook than my wife was; and
she said she'd teach me to be playing my jokes on ladies; and she
grabbed up her things and flew out of the room."

Campbell; "Waddled, _I_ should have said. But this is pretty serious,
Roberts. She may be a relation of John L. Sullivan's. I guess we
better get out of here; or, no, we can't! We've got to wait for Amy
and Agnes."