If she caught me
here it 'ud be th' gimlet eye for mine--so here's where I fade away."
"Anyway, come and have tea here with me to-night, Spider, unless
you think I am--er--too dangerous to visit just now on account of
M'Ginnis--"
"Dangerous?" repeated the Spider, scowling, "bo, when I get a call t'
free food with a guy like you, danger gets lost in th' shuffle an'
forgotten--I'll be there. Now here's your bean cover--catch! S' long!"
And nodding, Spider promptly vanished down the fire escape.
CHAPTER XXIII
CHIEFLY CONCERNING A LETTER
"Sunday," said Mrs. Trapes sententiously, "Sunday is a holy day t' some
folks an' a holiday for other folks, but t' folks like me an' Hermy it
sure ain't no day of rest an' gladness--like the hymn book says."
"Isn't it?" said Ravenslee, pushing away his coffee cup and glancing
toward the loud-ticking clock upon the sideboard.
"It sure ain't!" nodded Mrs. Trapes, quick to note the look. "Hermy an'
me ain't much given to Sunday observance, Mr. Geoffrey. Y' see, there's
always meals t' be cooked an' washin' up t' be done, an' clo'es t' be
mended p'raps.
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