liked a young fellow at home—a right bright sort of no-account young nothin' he is, at that—but I knew what he was and she didn't. He's kind of a bad egg, and I had to tell her so. Well, she knew I was tellin' her the truth, and she knew I knew what I was talkin' about; but, my soul! how it did upset her with me! Well, so my wife thought o' this trip—he kept hangin' around tryin' to see her—and I made Babe come. Of course she was in pretty low spirits, and I admit I thought it might be kind of a good thing if she'd maybe take a fancy to some first-rate young fellow, if we happened to run into anybody like that. So I don't say what's happened may not be all right. But there's several things" He paused, frowned more deeply, shook his head, and leaned back discontentedly in his chair.
"I understand from her that you have some objection to my profession," Ogle said.
Tinker's deep frown continued in position upon his large forehead. "I don't exactly object to it, you might say, and Babe's pretty near talked my head off about that show o' yours I saw in New York. She says you insisted on my knowin' you wrote it, and I consider that honourable and above-board with me, Mr. Ogle. Well, she's made me understand you
