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Beside the fireplace an Arab sat cross-legged on a bench, sipping his coffee. Beyond him in a recess another Arab was seated. He appeared to be sewing while he conversed with a negro who stood beside him. Elsewhere, in more or less remote and dim distances, other customers were seated indulging in the prevailing beverage. "You sit down here, Geo'ge; drink an' say not'ing, but wait for me."
He could not conceive of any one so powerful as Mars Geo'ge, unless it might be God, of whom Plato had heard more or less, and even here the comparison might not be quite fair to Mars Geo'ge, for Mars Geo'ge was the younger of the two. It would undoubtedly be a great honor for the teacher to be escorted home by Mars Geo'ge.
Now, massa, I wants to take dat small raskil Geo'ge Fuster to de town, an' show him a few t'ings as'll make him do his work better, an' dat'll make you lub 'im more, an' so we'll all be more comfrable. Das what I say; an' when I was sayin' it, I see de wrinkles a-comin' round massa's eyes, so I feel sure; for w'en dem wrinkles come to de eyes, it is all right.
But now tell me, Angelica, if my fortin's made, will you marry me, an' help to spend it? "`Yes, I will, says she. "I was so took by surprise, Geo'ge, when she say dat, I sprung up on one elber, an' felled down agin wid a howl, for two o' my ribs had been broke. "`Neber mind de yells, Angelica, says I, `it's only my leetle ways. But tell me why you allers refuse me before an' accep' me now.
Just then it struck George Foster that Peter the Great and his wife were seated beside him. "Hallo, Peter!" he exclaimed; "how are you and Angelica to get on shore?" "We's not goin' on shore at all, Geo'ge." "What do you mean, Peter?" "I means what I says. De fact is, Geo'ge, dat I's come to de conclusion dat I couldn't lib widout you.
"My poor friend," exclaimed the middy, grasping the negro's hand with a gush of mingled enthusiasm and pity, "I trust you have not been much injured by that inhuman brute?" "Oh, bress you! no. It do smart a bit," returned Peter, as he put on his shirt uneasily, "an' I's used to it, Geo'ge, you know. But how's your poo' feet?"
"Peter," returned the midshipman gravely, "you ought to know from experience that true love pierces every disguise." "Das troo, Geo'ge," said Peter, as he lifted his end of the basket and resumed the journey. "Lub is a wonderful t'ing, an' I ain't sure what might come ob it if I was took unawares to see my Angelica arter she'd bin painted white.
Feeling that he had said quite enough to impress the poor girl with the absolute necessity of being careful, he promised earnestly never again to allude to such dreadful things. "But, Geo'giana," he added impressively, "you mus' promise me on your word ob honour, w'ich Geo'ge Foster says English gen'lemans neber break an' I s'pose he's right."
The first of his three days of waiting had passed, when, about ten o'clock on the morning of the second day, which seemed very long in prospect, while driving along the road toward Clinton, he met Plato, with a rabbit trap in his hand. "Well, Plato," he asked, "why are you absent from the classic shades of the academy to-day?" "Hoddy, Mars Geo'ge. W'at wuz dat you say?"
After school Plato met an anxious eyed young man in the woods a short distance from the schoolhouse. "Well, Plato, what news?" "I's gwine ter see her home ter-morrer, Mars Geo'ge." "To-morrow!" replied Tryon; "how very fortunate! I wanted you to go to town to-morrow to take an important message for me. I'm sorry, Plato you might have earned another dollar."
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