I'm a poor widow now," she sighed, "and I need work. And here you have been laying up grudges against me-the two of you-all these years! What would your wives have said?"
"We never got married," replied the two, in mournful duet.
But she wasn't in a consoling mood.
"You're lucky!" she snapped. "I married a cheap, worthless renegade, who stole my money and ran away. He fell off a trapeze and broke his neck, and I was glad of it.
"
The look that passed between Plug Ivory and Plug Avery carried all the pith of the quotation: "The mills of the gods grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small."
"So am I," grunted Buck, surlily. "No, I'm sorry he didn't live to torment you.
No, the only thing I'm really sorry about is that 'twas Brick Avery's money he got away with."
Avery sighed.
"But I want to say to you, Signory Rosy-elly," continued Buck, with a burst of pride quite excusable, tipping his hat to one side and hooking his thumb into the armhole of his vest, "it wasn't my money you got, and it never will be my money you'll get.
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