"Of course we will be only too glad to put him up," said Mrs. Belknap-Jackson quickly.
"But, my dear, he will of course come to us first," put in Mrs. Effie. "Afterward, to be sure"
"It's so important that he should receive a favourable impression," responded Mrs. Belknap-Jackson.
"That's exactly why" Mrs. Effie came back with not a little obvious warmth. Belknap-Jackson here caught my eye.
"I dare say Ruggles and I can be depended upon to decide a minor matter like that," he said.
The ladies both broke in at this, rather sputteringly, but Cousin Egbert silenced them.
"Shake dice for him," he said—"poker dice, three throws, aces low."
"How shockingly vulgar!" hissed Mrs. Belknap-Jackson.
"Even if there were no other reason for his coming to us," remarked her husband coldly, "there are certain unfortunate associations which ought to make his entertainment here quite impossible."
"If you're calling me 'unfortunate associations,'" remarked Cousin Egbert, "you want to get it out of your head right off. I don't mind telling you, the Judge and I get along fine together. I told him when I was in Paris and Europe to look me up the first thing if ever he come here, and he said he sure would. The Judge is some mixer, believe me!"
"The 'Judge'!" echoed the Belknap-Jacksons in deep disgust.
"You come right down to it—I bet a cookie he stays just where I tell him to stay," insisted Cousin Egbert.
