He des natchelly bawn ter mek folks trouble en I reck'n
we git on wid he spook bettah ner hesef."
Whately would not have relished his supper if he had divined the
thoughts of his waitress. As it was, he had little appetite for it
and paid his respects chiefly to his uncle's decanter. He felt no
need of false courage, but was irritated and depressed over the
general aspect of affairs, and here was an easy way of raising his
spirits. By the time he was ready to dispense with Zany's services
he was so affected by his potations that his aunt, who had appeared
on the scene, hastened his retirement. He told the sergeant of the
guard to have him called at daybreak and was soon asleep.
The indomitable housekeeper, Mrs. Baron, kept the girl busy until
everything was put away and the dining-room in perfect order.
Meantime Zany concluded that she had better tell Miss Lou. Her young
mistress might blame her severely if she did not, and keeping such a
secret over night would also be a species of torture.
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