“That’s the right kind o’ fella,” says I, “open and above the board.”
“Oh, you’ll like Mr. Bishop,” says Bess. “He says such funny things.”
“Yes,” I says, “that’s a pretty good one about the ten thousand a year. But I suppose it’s funnier when he tells it himself. I wisht I could meet him.”
“They won’t be no trouble about that,” says the Missus. “He’s comin’ to dinner tomorrow and he’s comin’ to play cards some evenin’ next week.”
“What evenin’?” I says.
“Any evenin’ that’s convenient for you,” says Bessie.
“Well,” I says, “I’m sorry, but I got engagements every night except Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday.”
“What about Tuesday?” ast Bessie.
“We’re goin’ to the op’ra,” I says.
“Oh, won’t that be grand!” says Bessie. “I wonder what I can wear.”
“A kimono’ll be all right,” I says. “If the doorbell rings, you don’t have to answer it.”
“What do you mean?” says the Missus. “I guess if we go, Bess’ll go with us.”
“You’d starve to death if you guessed for a livin’,” I says.
“Never mind that kind o’ talk,” says the Missus. “When we got a visitor we’re not goin’ out places nights and leave her here alone.”
“What’s the matter with Bishop?” I says. “They’s lots o’ two-handed card games.”