“This’s the dinin’ room,” observedMaster Freddie. “How you like it, hey, ole sport?”
He always insisted on having an answer to his remarks, leaningover Jurgis and smiling into his face. Jurgis liked it.
“Rummy ole place to feed in all ‘lone,though,” was Freddie’scomment—“rummy’s hell! Whuzya think, hey?”Then another idea occurred to him andhe went on, without waiting:“Maybe you never saw anythin—hic—like this‘fore? Hey, ole chappie?”
“No,” said Jurgis.
“Come from country, maybe—hey?”
“Yes,” said Jurgis.
“Aha! I thosso! Lossa folks from country never saw such aplace. Guv’ner brings ‘em—freeshow—hic—reg’lar circus! Go home tell folks aboutit. Ole man Jones’s place—Jones thepacker—beef-trust man. Made it all out of hogs, too, damn olescoundrel. Now we see where our pennies go—rebates, a
