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Well, if they don't want to find out things, what do they come to N' Yawk for? It ain't nobody's old Sunday-school picnic. Guess I got out easy, anyhow." Hattie Sterling took Joe home in a hansom. "Say," she said, "if you come this way for me again, it 's all over, see? Your little sister 's a comer, and I 've got to hustle to keep up with her." Joe growled and fell asleep in his chair.
Thomas was a loquacious little man with a confident air born of an intense admiration of himself. He was the idol of a number of servant-girls' hearts, and altogether a decidedly dashing back-area-way Don Juan. "I tell you, Miss Kitty," he burst forth, a few minutes after being introduced, "they ain't no use talkin', N' Yawk 'll give you a shakin' up 'at you won't soon forget.
And it's 'Where have you put the keys, Willomene? The lady was rich and stinkin' lookin', and had come from New Yawk in her husband's private cyar. "Well, Willomene fussed around in her pockets, and them keys was not there. So she started explaining in tanglefoot English to her lady how her lady must have took them from her before leavin' the cyar.
"Listen, 'bo," he added, after a moment's thought. "You got to have a smooth shell in Nuh Yawk. The human eye only sees the surface. Get me? And it judges by the surface." He smoothed his hands down his dapper trunk with ineffable complacency. "Thirty-eight dollars, this. Bernholz Brothers, around on Broadway. Look it over. That's a cut!"
"With that I opens the gate and we meanders up a neat gravel path. As we draws near, the venerable party takes his feet down off the railings. "'Come in, he says cordially, 'come right in and rest your face and hands. You're out nice and early. "'Suffer us, I says, 'to introduce ourselves. We are a couple of prominent tourist-pedestrians walking from Noo Yawk to Portland, Oregon, on a bet.
"For the love of Mike!" says I. "You ain't been waitin' all this time, have you?" "Right hea-uh," says she. "Ah reckon Ah done missed him." "Why," says I, "Mr. Mason left hours ago. Must be something important you want to see him about, eh?" "Ah don't know as it is," says she; "only Ah promised, ef ever Ah got to Noo Yawk, Ah'd look him up. He made me.
"Instead of losin' 'em entirely," put in Uncle Peter, who found himself feeling what his grandson called "Westy." "Of course, he calls it 'Ne' Yawk, and prob'ly he don't like it in Boston because they always call 'em 'rawroystahs." "Good for the old boy!" thought Percival, and then, aloud: "It is hard for the West and the East to forgive each other's dialects.
Of course, I says, 'Chi ain't quite so polished as Noo Yawk. Chi has been called crude by some. When I think of Noo Yawk, I says, 'I think of a peroxide chorus lady going home at three o'clock in the morning in two taxicabs, but when I think of Chicago I'm reminded of a soused hired girl, with red hair, on a rampage. But, I says, 'what's the difference?
Hamilton," said Skaggs, shaking his hand heartily. Berry did not answer. What had this slim, glib young man to do with him? What had any white man to do with him after what he had suffered at their hands? "You know you are to go New York with me?" "To New Yawk? What fu'?"
"'Tain't none of your business if it was!" he snapped, recovering. "But here's what I'm gettin' at." He tapped his breast-pocket with a sneer of bucolic triumph. "Just about ten months ago," he continued meaningly, "they was a cashier skipped out of the Longacre National Bank in Noo Yawk, and they ain't got no track of him yet."
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