"I reckon the only spirit was that which you and Spencer consumed," she said, cheerfully.

"I don't wonder you're a little mixed.

Like as not you've misunderstood his plans." Patterson shook his head.

"He'll turn up yet, alive and kicking! Like as not, then, Poindexter knows where he is all the time." "Impossible! He would have told me," said Mrs.Tucker, quickly.
Mrs.Baxter looked at Patterson without speaking.

Patterson replied by a long lugubrious whistle.
"I don't understand you," said Mrs.Tucker, drawing back with cold dignity.
"You don't ?" returned Mrs.Baxter.