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"Cats are respectable and worth talking about, my son."
"This we leave with you," said the one with the hat behind her, as she set the gla.s.s upon the table.
"What do you take with you?" asked Rodney's mother.
Both looked around a second. "Corn in our stomachs," said they.
"Are the ladies insulted, mother?"
"They are dull and nasty, my boy."
The ladies hurried out, one knocking over a chair, the other deliberately pulling down a picture.
"Here, mother," said Rodney, bringing her a comb and brush, "tidy up my cat. Mary's coming with her doll." The mother combed and brushed the cat, while Rodney jumped on and off the table for joy. In the meantime Professor Brandon was conversing with the ladies on the outside.
"Ladies! ladies!" said he.
"Ha! ha!" was the response.
"Let it flow right along," continued the professor.
"We'll be generous enough," said they.
"Ladies, those poses are superb."
"Professor, you can judge."
"No one doubts it, ladies."
"Professor, I need words just now," said one of them.
"Professor, I need a professor," said the other.
"That's epidemic, ladies."
Little Mary entered the room and ran around holding her doll by one foot. "Oh! oh! oh!" said she.
"Is your doll hurt?" asked Rodney, following her around the room with his cat in his arms.
"No, no, no," replied she.
"A cat for a doll," said Rodney.
"I must tell it first," gasped Mary.
"Go on, while I fan you with my cat, Mary!"
"The professor and the ladies--are drinking--from--a big black bottle."
"Let's see," said Rodney, as he ran to the door and peeped. Mary followed and stood behind him.
"Ha! ha! let it flow right along," came from without.
Rodney held up his cat for a bottle and made a gurgling sound. Mary held up her doll and imitated him.
The professor now parted from the ladies and approached Rodney's home.
As he walked into the room Rodney and Mary sat upon the floor and exchanged the cat and doll.
"I am Professor Brandon," said he, pulling his mustache.
Rodney went through the motion of pulling his, and Mary pulled the cat's.
"'Tis delightful to meet ladies," said he.
Rodney's mother nodded.
"Schoolteaching would be unbearable were it not for meeting ladies."
"Must you have the big black bottle every time?" asked Mary.
Here Rodney held up the doll and made a drinking noise.
"These young ones need curbing," said the professor.
"So do appet.i.tes, sir," replied Rodney's mother.
"I am a schoolteacher, madam," roared he.
"I am a washerwoman, sir," was her reply.
"Very well, I'll give you a job. What can you wash?"
"s.h.i.+rts."
"What else?"
"Drawers."
"What else?"
"Socks."
"What else?"
"Diapers, sir."
"You are brutally plain, madam."
