"
"Well, I can't have you there," said the captain, with a mildness that
surprised himself. "One of my rules--"
Miss Vickers interposed. "I've read'em all over and over again," she
said, impatiently.
"If it occurs again," said the other, "I shall have to speak to Joseph
very seriously about it."
"Talk to me," said Miss Vickers, sharply; "that's what I come in for.
I can talk to you better than what Joseph can, I know. What harm do you
think I was doing your old kitchen? Don't you try and interfere between
me and my Joseph, because I won't have it. You're not married yourself,
and you don't want other people to be. How do you suppose the world
would get on if everybody was like you?"
Captain Bowers regarded her in open-eyed perplexity. The door leading to
the garden had just closed behind the valiant Joseph, and he stared with
growing uneasiness at the slight figure of Miss Vickers as it stood
poised for further oratorical efforts. Before he could speak she gave
her lips a rapid lick and started again.
"You're one of those people that don't like to see others happy, that's
what you are," she said, rapidly.
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