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Mother, can't I have a drink?" she went on. "Oh, yes, dear. I suppose so. I'll get it for you." "No, let Dinah get it so she'll upset," begged Flossie. "I'll get it for you, Flossie," offered Freddie. "Dinah might get hurt." "Dat's de li'l gen'man," said the fat cook, smiling. "He lubs ole Dinah."
Damon, and then took his leave, flying back home in the airship. "Gen'man t' see yo', Massa Tom," announced Eradicate, as he helped Tom wheel the monoplane back into the shed. "Is that so, Rad? Where is he?" "Settin' in th' library. Yo' father am out, so I asted him in dere." "That's right, Rad. Who is he, do you know?" "No, sah, Massa Tom, I doan't.
He's only an ocean waif; of low birth, very probably." "Dat he isn't!" said Old Ben indignantly. "He's a young gen'man, Jack is, an' so was his father." "Bah! what do you know about his father?" "He couldn't be Jack's father without bein' a gen'man dat's wot I know," went on Ben stoutly. "Why, look at de deah chile! How noble an' an' handsome he is!"
No! This was beyond his strength. He would make up the parcels for post, write the half-dozen letters that must be sent to-day, and go out. Had he not sixpence in his pocket? Just as he had taken this resolve some one knocked at the sitting-room door, and with the inattention of a man who expects nothing, Topham bade enter. 'A gen'man asking for Mr. Starkey, sir, said the servant. 'All right.
"First he stopped me an' asted me fo' a ride. He was a dressed-up gen'man, too, an' I were suah s'prised at him wantin' t' set in mah ole ash cart," said Eradicate. "But I done was polite t' him, an' fixed a blanket so's he wouldn't git too dirty. Den he asted me ef I didn't wuk fo' yo', Massa Tom, an' of course I says as how I did.
Deftly extracting this from its place, she smote her inattentive parent on the only visible portion of him. He turned sharply, exhibiting a red, bearded face. "Pa, this gen'man wants to be took aboard the boat at quarantine. He'll give you fifty berries." The wrath died out of the skipper's face like the slow turning down of a lamp.
Once more there rose that inarticulate sound of menace, and once more all eyes were fixed upon me. "'E were a fine gen'man!" said a voice. "Ah! so gay an' light-'earted!" said another. "Ay, ay a generous, open open-'anded gen'man!" said a third.
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