“I should think,” I says, “that you’d give yourself Saturday afternoons and Sundays off.”
“I do, in summer,” he says.
“That’s good,” I says. “I was thinkin’ about givin’ a little party this comin’ weekend; and, o’ course, I wanted you to be in on it.”
The two girls got all excited.
“Party!” says the Missus. “What kind of a party?”
“Well,” I says, “I was thinkin’ about takin’ you and Bishop and Bess out o’ town for a little trip.”
“Where to?” ast the Wife.
“That’s a secret,” I says. “You won’t know where we’re goin’ till we start. All I’ll tell you is that we’ll be gone from Saturday afternoon till Monday mornin’.”
“Oh, how grand!” says Bessie. “And think how romantic it’ll