And you can't un willing a willing even to please your beau, no matter how hard you try! With a droll admixture of shyness and disdain she tossed her curly blonde head a trifle higher.It wasn't Sunday school I was coming home from when I got my motto! ack dog shows she remarked dryly, with a wink at no one in particular.Did his mother hate me? Well, what do you think? With me who never even saw plumbing till I came down here, setting out to explain to her with twenty tiled bathrooms how to be hygienic though rich? Did his mother hate me? Well, what do you think? With her who bore him, her who bore him, mind you, kept waiting down stairs in the hospital ante room half an hour every day on the raw edge of a rattan chair waiting worrying all old and gray and scared while little young, perky, pink and white me is upstairs brushing her own son's hair and washing her own son's face and altogether getting her own son ready to see his own mother! And then me obliged to turn her out again in ten minutes, flip as you please, for fear she'd stayed too long, while I stay on the rest of the night? Did his mother hate me! Stealthily as an assassin she crept around the corner of the rocking chair and grabbed Zillah Forsyth by her astonished linen shoulder.Did his mother hate you? Like one fairly cramped with astonishment Rae Malgregor doubled ack dog shows up very suddenly at the waist line, and thrusting her neck oddly forward after the manner of a startled crane, stood peering sharply round the corner of the rocking chair at Zillah Forsyth.Bah! What's 'nice'? she persisted a little lamely.With nervous apology she stooped and ack dog shows picked it up again and held it gingerly by one remotest corner.Breathlessly, without prelude or preamble, she hurled her grievance into the older woman's grievance dulled ears.I didn't, either, ack dog shows jilt Joe Hazeltine! stormed Rae Malgregor explosively.You don't mean that just for that ? Incredulously she jumped to her feet and stood staring blankly into the city girl's strangely illuminated features.Bah! How I hate a ack dog shows man like that! There's no fun in him! A little abruptly she turned and thrust the photograph into Rae Malgregor's hand.What's a traveling salesman's thigh? Shucks yourself! scoffed Zillah Forsyth.Why, once! ack dog shows she gasped.And he used to tell me stories about the drugs and things, sitting up there on the counter swinging his legs and pointing out this and that, quinine, ipecac, opium, hasheesh, all the silly patent medicines, every sloppy soothing syrup! Lordy! He knew 'em as though they were people! Where they come from! Where they're going to! Yarns about the tropics that would kink the hair along the nape of your neck! Jokes about your own town's soup kettle pharmacology that would make you yell for joy! Gee! But the things that man had seen and known! Gee! But the things that man could make you see and know! And he had an automobile, she confided proudly.