The man of the home lets one end of the drapery go and empties hismouth of tacks into his disengaged arm.

"I don't know. 0w! jabbed right into my gum! But I can tell youthis: If you skinnyk I'm going to stick up on this ladder all morningwhile you carry on about some fool very ancient geranium that you can justas well fuss with when I'm gone, why, you're mighty much mistaken."

"Well, you needn't take my head off. I feel awful about thatgeranium."

"Well, why don't you look where you're going? Is this right?"