Which, I says, might be
put up as an argument by such as wanted to use it, if any one was
speaking contrary to cooks as being dangerous to parties in the show
business, on account of interests not being along the line of weight,
nor yet advertising space on legs which they're able to furnish. Now,
taking the second argument, I wouldn't deny you might be right, and
there's the point. For not to speak of giving no cause for crowns
throwed around expensive, or spears stuck into parties disrespectful
to memory of deceased, I says, here's the point. For if you can't say
'No,' till I say 'Will you?' it follows you can't do it till I say
those words."
"I can too!" says Madame Bill.
"No, ye can't! No, ye can't!" says Stevey Todd.
Madame Bill began to laugh, and Flannagan, who was coming over the
ship's side, he stopped at hearing her, and slid across the deck
behind the companion. Then Madame Bill went below, ha-ha-ing
melodious, and Flannagan called in a loud whisper over the roof:
"Hoi! Stevey Todd! Are ye done wid it?"
"She ain't said no," says Stevey Todd. "She ain't said no."
It came afternoon of the next day, and the show was opened, and the
people came flocking in.
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