§ 124 Absolutely Nothing to Debate
The official peacemaker, there is one in every community, and sometimes unthinking people call him a butter-in, was progressing on his homeward way. Of a sudden the loose prehensile ears of the pedestrian were assailed by sounds which to his eager perception betokened a bitter quarrel between a man and woman who stood on the porch of a vine-clad cottage. Without a moment’s hesitation he opened the yard gate and hurried toward the seemingly belligerent pair.
“Tut, tut!” he cried. “Tut, tut, my friends, this will never do. Pray cease this unseemly argument.”
The couple turned toward him. It was the man who spoke:
“What business of yours is it, comin’ bustin’ in here a-tut-tutting like a gas engine? Besides this here ain’t no argument.”
“Yes, but I heard——” began the peacemaker.
“Never mind what you heard,” broke in the husband. “To be an argument there’s got to be a difference of opinion, ain’t they?”
“Yes, there has,” conceded the peacemaker.
“Well, they ain’t no difference of opinion here,” said the man. “My wife thinks I ain’t going to give her none of my week’s wages and I know durned well I ain’t!”