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Mr. Jayres scowled until it seemed as if his black eyebrows would meet his bristly upper lip, and then he said: "Bootsey, before you come to the office to-morrow morning you'd better go to the Gallinipper Laundry in Washington Place, and tell a man named Tobey who keeps it, that er that I've gone out of town for a few days, Bootsey, on a pressing matter of business." The friends of Mr.
By all odds the baby was the most astonishing thing that had ever come under Bootsey's observation, and the only time during which Bootsey was afforded a fair and uninterrupted opportunity of examining the baby was that period of the day which Mr. Jayres, Bootsey's employer, was wont to term "the noonday hour." Long before Bootsey came home for his luncheon, Mrs.
Jayres, laying his fat finger on his fat cheek and smiling softly. "All in good time. All in good time. The money's where it's safe. You only need to establish your right to it. We must fetch a suit in the Court of Chancery, and that I'll do at once upon looking up the facts. Of course er there'll be a little fee." "A little what?" said Mr. Tobey. "A little which?" said Mrs. Tobey.
"We've called " said the man slowly. "About your advertisement in the paper," added the woman quickly. "Which paper?" asked Mr Jayres. "Where's the paper?" asked the man, turning to the woman. "Here," she replied, producing it. "Oh, yes, I see," said Mr. Jayres, "it's about the Bugwug estate. What is your name, sir?" "His name is Tobey, and I'm Mrs.
However, I don't blame Tobey, for he's a fine man, and a hard-working one, if he hasn't got the gift of speech and is never able to come to the point, though that's not for the lack of having it dinged into his ears, for if I says it once I says it fifty times a day, 'Tobey, will you come to the point?" Mr. Jayres took up his pen. "Well, let's see," he said. "What is your full name, Mr. Tobey?"
"A little fee," said Mr. Jayres, smiling sweetly. "A mere trifle, I assure you; just enough to defray expenses say er a hundred dollars." "Oh, dear me!" cried Mrs. Tobey. "This is vexing. To think of coming down town, Tobey, dear, with the expectations of going back rich, and then going back a hundred dollars poorer than we were. I really don't think we'd better do it, Tobey?" "Ah," said Mr.
And here's the afternoon half gone." "O'll have it dere in less 'n no time," pleaded Bootsey. Mr. Jayres scowled hard at Bootsey and hesitated. But finally he drew the letter from the drawer of his table and handed it over, saying as he did so, "If you aint back here by 5 o'clock, I'll break every bone in your body!"
Jayres turned to his table and began to write, but was almost immediately interrupted by a knock upon the door. He called out a summons to enter, and two people, a man and a woman, came in. The man was large, stolid, and rather vacant in his expression. The woman was small and quick and sharp. "Well, sir," said Mr. Jayres. The woman poked the man and told him to speak.
It's a party that hasn't any honor at all " "I'm sure not," said Mr. Jayres sympathetically. "He is, without doubt, a dirty dog." "Oh, it isn't a he," Mrs. Tobey replied, "the party is a her." "Of course, of course," said Mr. Jayres. "And to think that you have to put up with the tricks of a female party directly across the street. Why, it's shameful, ma'am!
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