He clicked deprecatingly with his tongue as Winona became detailed in her narrative.
"My great glory!" he exclaimed at last.

"You mean to say they mix it down there every afternoon ?" "Every single day," confirmed Winona.

"He's been going to that low dive for weeks and weeks.

Think of the debasing associations!" "Just think of it!" said Sharon, impatiently.

"Every afternoon--and me not hearing a word of it!" "If you could only say a word to him," besought Winona.