It was some time before he could get at the facts, and even then he could not fully appreciate the enormity of the disgrace that had overwhelmed Allie's instructress.
"She chucked the dancin' teacher out of a winder ?" he repeated, blankly.

"What for ?" "Goodness knows, Mr.Briskow! Something he said, or did--I couldn't make out precisely.

I found her in a dreadful state, and I tried to comfort her, I did really, but--oh! If you could have _heard_ her! Where she learned such language I don't know.

My ears _burn_! But that isn't the worst; you should hear what--" "He must of said something pretty low down." Briskow spoke quietly; his bright blue eyes were hard.

"I reckon she'll tell me." "You don't understand," chattered the woman.