“Heavens,” ejaculated Mr. Pumpelly, “there’ll be somebody here in a minute complaining that I don’t use the right length of shaving stick.”

“I understand,” remarked Mr. Edgerton, “that in a certain Western state they regulate the length of bed sheets!”

“What’s that for?” asked Edna with sudden interest.

“About seeing this feller?” hurriedly continued Mr. Pumpelly.  “Seems to me they’ve rather got you, Edna!”

“But what’s the use seein’ him?” she asked.  “I’m summoned, ain’t I?”

“Why not see the man?” advised Mr. Edgerton, gladly seizing this possibility of a diversion.  “It cannot do any harm.”

“What is his name?”

“Mr. Bonright Doon,” answered Simmons encouragingly.  “And he is a very pleasant-spoken young man.”

“Very well,” yielded Mrs. Pumpelly.

Two minutes later, “Mr. Doon!” announced Simmons.

Though the friends of Tutt & Tutt have made the acquaintance of Bonnie Doon only casually, they yet have seen enough of him to realize that he is an up-and-coming sort of young person with an elastic conscience and an ingratiating smile.  Indeed the Pumpellys were rather taken with his breezy “Well, here we all are again!” manner as well as impressed by the fact that he was arrayed in immaculate evening costume.

“I represent Mr. Ephraim Tutt, who has been retained by your neighbor, Mrs. Rutherford Wells, in connection with the summons which you caused to be issued against her yesterday,” he announced pleasantly by way of introduction.  “Mrs. Wells, you see, was a little annoyed by being referred to in the papers as Jane when her proper name is Beatrix.  Besides, she felt that the offense charged against her was—­so to speak—­rather trifling.  However—­be that as it may—­she and her friends in the block are not inclined to be severe with you if you are disposed to let the matter drop.”

“Inclined to be severe with me!” ejaculated Mrs. Pumpelly, bristling.

“Edna!” cautioned her husband.  “Mr. Doon is not responsible.”

“Exactly.  I find after a somewhat casual investigation that you have been consistently violating a large number of city ordinances—­keeping parrots, beating rugs, allowing unmuzzled dogs at large, overfilling your garbage cans, disregarding the speed laws and traffic regulations, using improperly secured window boxes—­”

“Anything else?” inquired Pierpont jocularly.  “Don’t mind us.”

Bonnie carelessly removed from the pocket of his dress coat a sheaf of papers.

“One for neglecting to have your chauffeur display his metal badge on the outside of his coat—­Section Ninety-four of Article Eight of Chapter Fourteen.

“One for allowing your drop awnings to extend more than six feet from the house line—­Section Forty-two of Article Five of Chapter Twenty-two.

“One for failing to keep your curbstone at a proper level—­Section One Hundred and Sixty-four of Article Fourteen of Chapter Twenty-three.