seems mighty fond of her."

"Well, you know what doctors are. Nice to everybody, of course. There's no
telling who'll have ptomaine poisoning next."

"Oh, yes, you can always tell that. It's sure to be Iva Payne. She's awful
attractive, too. You must be worried about your man, Mrs. Petticoat."

"I do worry a lot. It keeps my flesh down. Tell me more to worry about."

"Well, there's Lotta Munn, of course. I suppose you haven't a fortune of
your own?"

"Oh, yes; I'm enormously rich in my own right."

"You are! Why, where did your husband get you?"

"He got me out of a mail catalogue." Warble made a face at her. "Must you
go, Mrs. Boddy?" she rose. "I won't ask you to come again, as I know how
you love your own home and fireside. Goodby."

Though Mrs. Holm Boddy put up a strong resistance, Warble pushed her out
of the front door and slammed it after her.

"That woman has left finger marks on my nice clean soul," she said, as she
went down to see the cook about the sausage.