The Wit and Humor of America Volume IX Part 18
"No, I'd like to, but I _just can't_."
("Well, admit, like a man, it's the Mis'es said no and I'll let you off.")
"Are you a mind-reader?"
("No, but I'm married.")
"You win."
("Well, I'm sorry you can't be with us. Christmas will be coming along bye and bye, and you will need the money.")
"I expect."
("Mis'es will want a present, and she ought to let you get a little more ahead.")
"That's true."
("Well, so long. Toast your feet before you go to bed. And you'd better put a cloth around your neck.")
"Here, don't rub it in. It hurts me worse than you."
("All right. I know you are as sorry as we are. I know how it is. My Mis'es will be at home next week and this will be the last one, so I wanted you to come. Good-by.")
"Good-by. Oh, say! Wait a minute. I've got an idea."
("Good; use it.")
"Wait now. Wait now, I am thinking." Tom was trying to recall if he had closed the parlor door when he came upstairs. "Yes, I think I did."
("Think you did what?")
"Nothing. I wasn't talking to you. I was thinking. Say, put your ear close to the telephone. I've got to talk low."
("Why, I have got the thing right against my ear anyway. What are you talking about?")
"Listen. This is the scheme. I'll come if I can," he whispered into the receiver. "I don't think the Mis'es wants to go to the Tad-Wallington dance, and I'll work it so that I shall go alone. If I succeed I'll be with you."
("What? What's that?")
"I say," he repeated more distinctly, "if Mrs. P. doesn't want to go to the dance I'll try to go by myself and shall be with you."
("You say that you and Mrs. P. are going to the dance.")
"Oh, you deaf fool! No! I say that if she _doesn't_ go to the dance maybe I shall--_be_--_with_--_you_."
("Oh, I understand you. Good. If you are as clever as you are at getting every one in against a pat full-house you will succeed. Come early. Luck to you. Good-by.")
If Tom were right in thinking he had closed the parlor door he was considerably surprised and fl.u.s.tered to find it ajar when he came down stairs. But Mrs. Porter was still reading the evening paper and did not look as if she had been disturbed by the telephoning. There was a slight flush on her cheeks, however, that he had not noticed before, but that may have been caused by the n.o.ble sacrifice of his own wishes for hers.
"I am glad, Tom, you told him you could not come," Mrs. Porter said, looking at him affectionately. "It is so good of you to give up to my little whims."
Tom said mentally: "I guess she did not hear it all, at least."
"I know," she went on, "that I was brought up on a narrow plane, and any sort of gambling seems wicked."
"But at first you would not play cards at all, and then you learned euchre. All games of cards look alike to me."
"I suppose they do, but euchre is a simple, interesting pastime; whist is a scientific--a--a--mental--exercise, developing the mind, and so forth, while poker cheats people out of their money,--at least, they lose money they ought to use other ways,--or else they win some and then have ill-gotten gains, which is worse."
"But poker is a great nerve developer," Tom protested feebly.
"But it's gambling."
"Well, how about playing euchre for a prize?"
"Oh we settled that a while ago," Mrs. Porter exclaimed. "I showed you the difference between the two, didn't I?"
"I believe you did. But don't you want to go to the Tad-Wallington dance?"
"No." Mrs. Porter said shortly.
"Did you send cards?"
"No."
"You should have done so, shouldn't you?"
"I suppose so, but I don't care."
"Why don't you want to go?"
"I don't like Mrs. Tad-Wallington. She wears her dresses too low."
"Maybe she does, but I think we should be polite to her."
"I don't care very much whether we are or not."
"_I_ think we ought to go. Or else," he added in an afterthought with the expression of a martyr, "or else _I_ ought to go and take your regrets."
"Well, why don't you do that?" Mrs. Porter exclaimed brightly.
"All right, I will!" he almost shouted. "I'll _do_ it. I think it's the decent thing to do. I'll get ready right away."
"Right now? Why, it's entirely too early. It's only half-past seven. You can stay here until ten, then go for a few minutes and be back by eleven."
"No, no, that would not be nice. That's not the way to treat people who have gone to the expense of giving a dance. Everybody should go early and stay late."
"Oh, absurd."