He worked so hard at not
being narrow-minded like Mrs. Zapp that he started when he was
called out of his day-dream by a mocking voice:
"But you might look at the cakes. Just once, anyway. They are
very nice cakes."
"Uh--"
"Yes, I know the wine is wine. Beastly of it."
"Say, Miss Nash, I did get you this time."
"Oh, don't tell me that my presiding goddessship is over already."
"Uh--sure! Now I'm going to be a cruel boss."
"Dee-lighted! Are you going to be a caveman?"
"I'm sorry. I don't quite get you on that."
"That's too bad, isn't it. I think I'd rather like to meet a caveman."
"Oh say, I know about that caveman--Jack London's guys. I'm
afraid I ain't one. Still--on the cattle-boat--Say, I wish
you could of seen it when the gang were tying up the bulls,
before starting. Dark close place 'tween-decks, with the steers
bellowin' and all parked tight together, and the stiffs gettin'
seasick--so seasick we just kind of staggered around; and we'd
get hold of a head rope and yank and then let go, and the
bosses, d yell, `Pull, or I'll brain you.
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