hundred above the line gives Mrs. Collins a score of about ten more’n Mrs. Garrett.”
“All right, then,” says Garrett. “ Mrs. Collins is entitled to the lady’s prize.”
“I don’t want to take it,” says Mrs. Collins.
“You got to take it,” says Garrett.
And he give his wife a look that meant business. Anyway, she got up and went out o’ the room, and when she come back she was smilin’. She had two packages in her hand, and she give one to Messenger and one to Mrs. Collins.
“There’s the prizes,” she says; “and I hope you’ll like ’em.”
Messenger unwrapped his’n and it was one o’ them round leather cases that you use to carry extra collars in when you’re travelin’. Messenger had told me earlier in the evenin’ that he hadn’t been outside o’ Chicago in six years.