"I really do not understand you, Mr. saddletree," said Butler, thus pushed hard for an answer.
"No, Mrs. saddletree—I am not to have it," replied Butler, more collectedly.
When Mrs. saddletree entered the apartment in which her guests had shrouded their misery, she found the window darkened.
It now occurred to Jeanie that she should have consulted with Mrs. saddletree on this subject.
But with time there came a relaxation of that early zeal which she manifested in Mrs. saddletree's service.
"I speak Latin like a lawyer, Mr. Butler, and not like a schoolmaster," retorted saddletree.
When the question was put to saddletree, he looked very scornful.
And as for Mr. saddletree, he might be in a lying-in hospital, and ne'er find out what the women cam there for.
When Jeanie and Butler retired, Mr. saddletree entered upon the business which chiefly interested the family.
But Mrs. saddletree kept him to point, partly out of real interest, partly from curiosity.