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Why, Eradicate, have him bring 'em right in here." "Yais, sah, Massa Tom. Dat's all right; but he jest can't bring 'em in," and Eradicate looked behind him somewhat apprehensively. "Can't bring 'em in? Why not, I'd like to know?" exclaimed Tom. "He's paid for it."
I reckon dat's de quickest white-washin' job I done in some time!" chuckled Eradicate, as he grasped his long handled brush, and clambered down from the wagon, ready for a renewal of the hostilities on the part of Morse. "De bestest white-washin' job I done in some time; yais, sah!" A Trial Trip There was no fear that Anson Morse would return to the attack.
Where am dat work yo' was speakin' ob?" and Eradicate Sampson, now that there seemed to be a prospect of earning money, rose quickly and easily. "Why, you're all right!" exclaimed Tom, glad to find that the accident had had no serious consequences. "Yais, sah, I guess I be. Whar did yo' say, yo' had some whitewashin' t' do?"
"Well if you don't do something mighty quick with this baggage I'll find some way of keeping you awake," spoke Mr. Seabury, but he was laughing in spite of himself. "Yais, sah, I'se goin' t' take keer of it immejeet, sah," and the colored man went off in search of a wheelbarrow, on which to bring the trunks and valises up to the house from where they had been put off the stage.
"Yais! Great. Most! Very! The way you lay your approach-putts dead from anywhere!" "Oh, I don't know." Mr. Brusiloff drew his chair closer. "Let me tell you one vairy funny story about putting. It was one day I play at Nijni-Novgorod with the pro. against Lenin and Trotsky, and Trotsky had a two-inch putt for the hole.
"Yais, sah, I'se comm'!" answered the colored man, and the voice of the giant was also heard. The flashlights had ceased popping before this, and when the two lads and their helpers had reached the shop, there was no one in sight. "The camera's there all right!" cried Tom in relief as he picked it up from the box. "Now to see what it caught.
"I should hope not, Rad," observed Tom. "I'm ever so much obliged for your warning. I guess I'll be getting, home now. Come around next week; we have some work for you." "'Deed an' I will," replied the colored man. "I'll come around an' eradicate all de dirt on yo' place, Mistah Swift. Yais, sah, I's Eradicate by name, and dat's my perfession eradicatin' dirt. Much obleeged, I'll call around.
She was stubborn in that way more stubborn than her mother had ever been. Mr. Rossi was no help at all in the matter either: he seemed to agree with her! "But you can't stand up," I added, still trying to convince her. "I'll sit," she replied curtly. Her tears had all dried up by then. "Oh yais, eets no problaim," Mr. Rossi interjected, "we'll seemply yoos ainuther baow."
And now his smile and his start to obey apologized to Dan for not having come at the first summons. Dan pushed the "kid" of food towards him. "Dig in," he bade him. "You've had better grub than this in yer time, but it's all there is. So go at it." "Better dan dis!" The Dago paused to answer in the act of helping himself. "Ah, mooch, mooch better, yais. I tell you."
It was while the watch was washing down decks in the morning. The two were side by side, plying their brooms along the wet planks, while about them the dawn broadened towards the tropic day. "I am no more mad," said the Dago. "Now I know I am not mad. Dat name of de place where we go de men don' know how to speak it, but it is de name of my town, de town I t'ink about once so much. Yais I know!
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