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He turned to the man at his side. "All done. How did you like it?" "Well" Uncle William squinted thoughtfully at his program "I thought I was goin' to like it fust-rate if he'd got to it." "He didn't get there, then?" The man laughed. "Not to the iceberg." Uncle William shook his head. A kindly look grew in his face. "I dunno's he's so much to blame, though.
Hazeltine," said Captain Eri a few moments later, "I hope you don't mind my sayin' that I like you fust-rate. Me and Perez and Jerry ain't the biggest bugs in town, but we like to have our friends come and see us. I wish you'd drop in once 'n a while." "I certainly will," said the young man, and the two shook hands.
"How's Bewlah?" asked Dick, after the little tribute of respect all paid to Aunt Siloam's memory, by a momentary silence. "Fust-rate! that harum scarum venter er mine was the best I ever made. She's done waal by me, hes Bewlah; ben a grand good haousekeeper, kin kerry on the farm better'n me, any time, an' is as dutif'l an' lovin' a wife as, waal as annything that is extra dutif'l and lovin'."
"A Corot. He was a famous French artist. That was father's favorite picture." "Sho! Well, I like it fust-rate myself. Did 'Bije did your father know this Mr. Corot well?" "Know him? Certainly not. Why should you think such a thing as that?" "Well, he bought the picture of him, and so I s'pose likely he knew him.
I sot up till the clock was gone twelve last night, a-lookin' at 'em, I did, till they stared at me out o' the picturs as if they'd know when I spoke to 'em. But, lors! I shouldn't know what to say to 'em. They'll be more fittin' company for you, Miss; and the man at the book-stall, he said they banged iverything for picturs; he said they was a fust-rate article."
He added he was glad to see his visitor, a statement more polite than truthful. "Well, what's up?" he inquired, condescendingly. "Nothing wrong with Caro or Steve, I hope." "No, they're fust-rate, thank you." "What's doing, then? Is it pleasure or business?" "Well, a little of both, maybe. It's always a pleasure to see you, of course; and I have got a little mite of business on hand."
"I wa'n't findin' no fault," he said uneasily. "I was just explainin' why I couldn't resk any more o' my money on him." "That's all right," said the artist. "I want to see him." He found Uncle William sunning the kittens at the east of the house. He looked up with a nod as the artist appeared. "They're doin' fust-rate," he said, adjusting the clam-basket a little.
He rose as he spoke, until his stature seemed to swell into the fair human proportions. His feet must have been on the upper round of his high chair; that was the only way I could account for it. Puts her through fust-rate, said the young fellow whom the boarders call John. The venerable and kind-looking old gentleman who sits opposite said he remembered Sam Adams as Governor.
On one side was a shore, close by them, well wooded in some places, and in others well cultivated, while on the other side was another shore, equally fertile, extending far along. "Here we air," cried Captain Corbet. "That wind served us well. We've had a fust-rate run. I calc'lated we'd be three or four days, but instead of that we've walked over in twenty-four hours. Good agin!"
But now I can talk their lingo fust-rate; but pa, he can't talk to 'em nohow; he hain't learned the fust word; 'n' he's ben here goin' on two years longer'n we have." The miles seemed leagues to Felipe. Aunt Ri's drawling tones, as she chatted volubly with young Merrill, chafed him. How could she chatter!
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