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I shall call on Mrs. Strout. You remember the party at Deacon Mason's, Alice I danced with Miss Bessie Chisholm " Mrs. Hawkins couldn't wait, "Yes, an' she made the perfesser just the kind of wife he needed. She bosses the house... for I heard her tell him one day that if he didn't like her cookin' he might have his meals at the store an' she goes to dances with her brother Sylvester.
"I calculated on taking you, Washington. You went north and south with me, and down into the center of the earth. I thought you'd like to go on this trip." Washington laid down the hammer he had come in to borrow to fix the chicken coop. He looked around on the circle of smiling faces. "I I 'spects I'd bettah be lookin' fo' annudder place, perfesser," he said quietly.
And you being under quarantine, and me being secretary to the board of health, and the city pest-house being crowded too full already, I'll have to ask you to keep him here till we get Miss Margery onto her feet again," he says. Or they was words to that effect, as the lawyers asts you. "Dear me," says Perfesser Booth, kind o' helpless like.
"Then why didn't you say so?" "I did, perfesser." "Well, perhaps you thought so. Washington has a very peculiar habit of using big words, just because they sound so imposing," went on the professor. "He spends all his spare time consulting the dictionary." "I have noticed it," remarked Mr. Roumann, smiling. "Well, suppose we go out to supper?" went on Mr. Henderson. "You boys must be hungry."
I was, for the moment, ashamed to show myself to "the perfesser," because of the raggedness that I had fallen into. While I was hesitating, a voice at my elbow "Any books I can show you? any special book you're looking for?" The voice was the voice of the tradesman, warning off the man unlikely to buy but it was the familiar voice of my friend, "the perfesser," just the same.
Kolonial Hall is in the college and is used by the stujents to speak peaces and read essays into. Sez Perfesser Peck, "Mister Ward, I don't know 'bout this bizniss. What are your sentiments?" Sez I, "I hain't got any." "Good God!" cried the Perfesser, "did I understan you to say you hav no sentiments!" "Nary a sentiment!" sez I.
"Yo' means dat red star what shines in de sky?" "That's the one, Washington." "An' how far did yo' say it was from heah?" was the question directed at Mr. Henderson. "Well, it's about thirty-five millions of miles from the earth." "And is yo' all goin'?" "Yes, we expect to." "Is dis heah contraption yo' done been buildin'?" "Yes." "And is I gwine, too, perfesser?"
The lads were seated on the bank of a small brook, fishing. "Perfesser wants yo' immediate," said Washington. "But we haven't caught a single fish," objected Mark. "Them's the orders from headquarters," replied the colored man. "Yo' both got t' project yo'selves in th' vicinity of th' machine shop.
He turned several levers. There was a hissing sound as the gas rushed from the container, and the ship began to settle down. "What's th' matter? Are we goin' t' hit th' earth?" yelled Washington, rushing from the engine room. "Keep quiet," ordered the professor. "We are only going down, that's all." "But good land! Perfesser!" exclaimed the colored man. "The ocean's right under us!
"Now, young fellers," he began, "these boys uh, Mister Bill Brown an' Mister 'Gustus Grier, I says to them, in the first place, I says: 'Perfesser, these here kids don't know enough to build a chicken coop, I says, an' Perfesser Gray he says to me, he says, he would back them fellers to build a battleship or tunnel through to Chiny, he says.