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"Waal, he didn't git no more; an' after the furnitoor an' the books, his cloze begun to go. "Then I begun to be afeard he didn't have nothin' to eat, an' oncet in a while I'd kerry him up a mess o' vittles; but it allers seemed drefful hard for him to take 'em, an' fin'ly he told me not to do so no more, an' said suthin' to himself about devourin' widders.
Hain't seen it, myself, but a whole carload o' furnitoor an' then some more was shipped here from New York, an' Peggy McNutt, over t' Millville, says it must 'a' cost a for-tun'." The tramp nodded, somewhat listlessly. "I feel quite respectable this morning, having passed the night as the guest of a millionaire," he observed. "Mr.
Blobbs, who was in charge of the shop, and that any discussions with him as to the price would be useless. "You're an Hinglishnan, I take it," came from the lowest dot of the five, a blurred and uncertain mouth. Dalton colored slightly and nodded. "Well, what I should adwise ye to do is to take this 'ere lace to some of them hold furnitoor shops. I know what this is.
It was a good while sence I'd seen the inside o' the room, for when he heerd me comin' up, he'd open the door a crack an' peek out while he spoke to me; so when I got inside the room and looked about, I was all took aback an' gawped round like a fool, an' no wunder nyther; for of all the good furnitoor and things he'd brought, there wa'n't the fust thing to be seen, save and 'xcept a kind o' frame covered with cloth stannin' ag'inst the wall, an' an old straw-bed on the floor, with him on it, an' a mis'able old comf'table kivered over him."
"Waal, at fust he had some kind o' work to do writin', an' he seemed to git along very comf'table, at least, fur's I know, for I was out tailorin' all day mostly, same as I be now; but last fall the writin' seemed to gin out all to oncet, an' he begun to kerry off his furnitoor an' books to sell, an' finally he paid up all he was owin' of me, an' told me he didn't want no more meals, but would find himself.
"Oh, she's goin' to marry for a livin' is she? Wal, now I'd ruther one of my girls should grub the wust kind all their days than do that. Hows'ever, it may suit some folks ef they ain't got much heart, and is contented with fine clothes, nice vittles, and handsome furnitoor.
"Thar wuz th' grocery full uv stuff and all, 'n' the furnitoor upstairs, but Adolf 'n' the old wooman 'n' th' kids 'n' sich duds ez they cud cram inter their bags wuz gone bury drawers lift wide open, ez if they'd went in a ghreat hurry." Tom had listened in great surprise. "What do you know about that?" he gasped when Pete at last paused. "It's iviry blessed worrd that I know.
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