Beaton knew she wanted to talk with him about something else; but he waited patiently to let her play her comedy out.

She spread the cover on the table, and he advised her, as he saw she wished, against putting anything in the corners; just run a line of her stitch around the edge, he said.
"Mr.Fulkerson and Ah, why, we've been having a regular faght aboat it," she commented.

"But we both agreed, fahnally, to leave it to you; Mr.
Fulkerson said you'd be sure to be raght.

Ah'm so glad you took mah sahde.

But he's a great admahrer of yours, Mr.Beaton," she concluded, demurely, suggestively.
"Is he?
Well, I'm a great admirer of Fulkerson," said Beaton, with a capricious willingness to humor her wish to talk about Fulkerson.
"He's a capital fellow; generous, magnanimous, with quite an ideal of friendship and an eye single to the main chance all the time.