“Well, if you won’t, you won’t,” says I. “We’ll see you all a week from tonight. And don’t forget, Mrs. Collins, that I’m responsible for you winnin’ that chafin’ dish, and I’m fond o’ welsh rabbits.”
I was glad that we didn’t have to go far to our buildin’. The Missus was pleasant company, just like a bloodhound with the rabies. I left her in the vestibule and went down to help Mike close up. He likes to be amongst friends at a sad hour like that.
At breakfast the next mornin’ the Wife was more calm.
“Dearie,” she says, “they don’t neither one of us class as bridge experts. I’ll admit I got a lot to learn about the game. What we want to do is play with the Hatches every evenin’ this week, and maybe by next Tuesday night we’ll know somethin’.”
“I’m willin’,” I says.
“I’ll call Mrs. Hatch up