Caleb Trotter
broke into a smile of honest pride.
"Caleb," said Mr. Fogo from his hammock in the back kitchen at about
eleven o'clock on the same night.
"Aye, aye, sir."
"Are you comfortable?"
"Thank'ee, sir, gettin' on nicely. Just a bit Man-Fridayish to begin
wi', but as corrat as Crocker's mare."
"What did you say?"
"Figger o' speech agen, sir, that's all. Good-night, sir."
"Good-night, Caleb."
Mr. Fogo settled himself in his hammock, sighed for a second time and
dropped asleep.
CHAPTER VI.
HOW CERTAIN TROJANS CLIMBED A WALL OUT OF CURIOSITY; AND OF A
CHARWOMAN THAT COULD GIVE NO INFORMATION.
Meanwhile, curiosity in Troy was beating its wings against the closed
doors of "The Bower." The early morning train next day brought three
domestics to supplement the youth in buttons, and supplant the
charwoman. Miss Limpenny, in _deshabille_ (but at a decent distance
from the window), saw them arrive, and called Lavinia to look, with
the result that within two minutes the sisters had satisfied
themselves as to which was the cook, which the parlour-maid, and
which the kitchen-maid.
Later in the day, a van-load of furniture arrived, though "The Bower"
was already furnished; but, as Miss Limpenny said, in all these
matters of comfort and refinement, "there are degrees.
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