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Trapes; then we'll breakfast
here in the kitchen."
"Would ye mind?"
"Should love it."
So down they sat together, and Ravenslee vowed the ham was all ham
should be and the eggs beyond praise. And when his hunger was somewhat
appeased, Mrs. Trapes leaned her bony elbows on the table and questioned
him.
"You ain't ever spoke to Hermy, have you, Mr. Geoffrey?"
"Very often, lately."
"I mean--you ain't opened your 'eart to her--matrimonially, have you?"
"No!"
"Why, then, I'll tell you what--there's been times when I've been afraid
that for the sake o' that b'y she'd sacrifice herself to Bud M'Ginnis."
"No, she would never do that, Mrs. Trapes."
"Oh, but she would."
"But, you see, she couldn't!"
"And why not?"
"Oh, well, because--er--I should kill him first."
"Land sakes, Mr. Geoffrey!" and Mrs. Trapes actually blenched before the
glare in his eyes that was so strangely at odds with his soft, lazy
tones.
"And that ends it!" he nodded. "Mrs. Trapes, I've made up my mind!"
"What about?"
"Mr.


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