CHAPTER XVII JESSIE'S TEACHERIn the kitchen next morning, Jessie and Pap were washing dishes, while Bill sat by the window, filling his first after-breakfast pipe, Evidently the expedition of the night before had been crowned with success, for Bill was in a high good humour.
"Like to take a walk?" he said to Jessie.
"Sure," said Jessie facetiously. "Were'll it be? Up and down the hall or out in the yard?"
"How about lunch at a Broadway hotel?" said Bill. "I'll blow."
"Don't make me laugh," said Jessie. "Me lip's cracked."
"On the level," said Bill, "orders has come through that you're to be taught the ropes, now, and I'm to be your teacher." He lowered his voice prudently. "You can't fool the big boss. Black Kate spoiled one good girl on him, and he ain't goin' to give her another. Sa
