"
Petticoat laughed outright.
"Nixy on that, Warble, my duck. You'd have to reduce."
"I speck I should. Well, then the reform act for mine. I've got to do
something, Pet, to keep amused and interested."
"That's what I said. Have a party."
"I will. And it will be part of the reform. These people are too highbrow.
Too soulful. Too artistic--" "Warble! How many times have I told you
_never_ to use that word! Now, look here, if you want to play at
reforming, go ahead, nobody will interfere with you. But where'll you get
time? You spend most of your waking hours in slumber, and the rest,
eating. You're a sweet, lovely, cuddly thing, but if you keep on, some day
you'll find you can't get your kimono together."
"Then I'll wear two. But, Bill, I'm not so big, you know."
Warble up, and parading the room with a martial air.
"You're a perfect Bellona!" Petticoat said, smiling at her.
"A Bologna! Oh, you horrid thing! But that reminds me I haven't had
sausage lately. I must speak to cook. Now, about my party."
"Have a good one while you're about it. I might import a Spanish Ballet--"
"You might do nothing of the sort! This is to be my party, and I shall run
it to suit myself."
"All right, Tutti Frutti; you have no subtlety or poetry in your soul--
indeed, I doubt if you have a soul--but you're a dear and a sweet--"
"Bill, I've an idea! Build bureaus right down to the floor and then collar
buttons can't roll under them!" "Fine idea! Better patent it.
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