tell you, William, that I don't want anything like that on my harnesses? I want them washed in nice, clean soap an' water, with a little dash of ee-oo-dee cologne."
Billy applauded with appreciation.
"An' now, Peter," Peter resumed, addressing an imaginary self, "I am expectin' a new maid to-night—a pretty little French maid just like Annette. I am sure that she will like you better than any o' the other men, so I wish you to meet her at the eight-fifteen train. Be sure to be on time, for the poor little thing won't know what to do."
"No, you don't," interrupted Billy. "She told me to meet her."
"She did n't either," said Peter, quickly reassuming his proper person. "She said either of us, which ever was most convenient, an' I 've got to go into town anyway on an errand for Miss Ethel."
"She said me," maintained Billy, "an' I'm goin' to."
