“I’ll double a heart,” says Messenger.
“Oh, somebody else is gettin’ cute!” says I. “Well, I’ll double right back at you.”
“Will you just wait till it comes your turn?” says Mrs. Garrett. “And besides, you can’t redouble.”
“I guess I can,” says I. “I got five o’ them.”
“It’s against our rules,” she says.
So my partner done nothin’, as usual, and Mrs. Garrett bid one without again.
“I guess you want to play ’em all,” I says; “but you’ll have to come higher’n that. I’m goin’ to bid two hearts.”
“Two no trump,” says Messenger, and my pardner says “Pass” once more.
“You’ll get a sore throat sayin’ that,” I told her. “Don’t you never hold nothin’?”
“It don’t look like it,” she says.
“Maybe you don’t know what’s worth biddin’ on,” I says.
“Maybe she’d better take a few lessons from you,” says Mrs. Garrett.
“No,” I says, kiddin’ her. “You don’t want no more female experts in the club or you might have to buy some cut glass once in a w’ile instead o’ winnin’ it.”
Well, I bid three hearts; but Mrs. Garrett come up to three no trump and I couldn’t go no higher. This time I led out my ace o’ hearts, hopin’ maybe to catch their king; but I didn’t get it. And Mrs. Garrett copped all the rest of ’em for a little slam.