then,” said young Bingo. “The woman is a menace to society, a home-wrecker, and a pest. Do you know what she’s done? She’s got Rosie to write an article for that rag of hers.”
“I know that.”
“Yes, but you don’t know what it’s about.”
“No. She only told me Aunt Dahlia had given her a splendid idea for the thing.”
“It’s about me!”
“You?”
“Yes, me! Me! And do you know what it’s called? It is called ‘How I Keep the Love of My Husband-Baby.’ ”
“My what?”
“Husband-baby!”
“What’s a husband-baby?”
“I am, apparently,” said young Bingo, with much bitterness. “I am also, according to this article, a lot of other things which I