CHAPTER VIWell, that speech came bursting out of me, as you might say, out of the largeness of the heart. I felt as though I was offering somebody the world. I guess that I expected this here young Pepillo to fall on his knees, or something, and give thanks for what I intended to do for him. Well, he didn’t. He hauls off and gives me an ugly eye. He says:
“What mozo?”
“Why,” says I, “you, of course.”
“Me?” says Pepillo, waving his eyebrows up to the top of his forehead and jabbing his thumb into his breast. “Did you say Pepillo?”
“Sure,” says I. “I’ve sort of took a fancy to you. I’m gonna make you, kid. I’m gunna dress you up like you was a millionaire. I’m gunna make you look like a gentleman!”
You should of seen his face. It went sort of black.
“Ha! Ha!” says Pepillo, trying to la
