“I wouldn’t say we’d wasted much time on ’em lately,” I says.
“No,” says she, “and I’ve had a better time these last three weeks than I ever had in my life.”
“And you can keep right on havin’ it,” I says.
“I could have a whole lot better time, and you could, too,” she says, “if we could get acquainted with some congenial people to go round with; people that’s tastes is the same as ourn.”
“If any o’ them people calls up on the phone,” I says, “I’ll be as pleasant to ’em as I can.”
“You’re always too smart,” says the Wife. “You don’t never pay attention to no schemes o’ mine.”
“What’s the scheme now?”
“You’ll find fault with it because I thought it up,” she says. “If it was your scheme you’d think it was grand.”
“If it really was good you wouldn’t be scared to spring it,” I says.
“Will you promise to go through with it?” says she.
“If it ain’t too ridic’lous,” I told her.
“See! I knowed that’d be the way,” she says.
“Don’t talk crazy,” I says. “Where’d we be if we’d went through with every plan you ever sprang?”
“Will you promise to listen to my side of it without actin’ cute?” she says.
So I didn’t see no harm in goin’ that far.