24/50 'D'yez find any fault with it? I'll have yez know--WHAT'S THAT ?' "'Twas a scream from the libr'ry. Next thing I knew, Margaret, the nurse girl, was standin' in the hall, white as a Sunday shirt, and swingin' back and forth like a wild-carrot stalk in a gale. 'Mary be good to us! MIKE!' "And the big chap dropped his tall hat on the floor and turned as white as she was. And then they closed in on one another. |