You be good and eat your grub, so it
don't git vasted, and I promise you, tomorrow I go and hunt up
strike headquarters, and give dem a check fer a tousand dollars, and
if de damn graftin' leaders don't hog it, dey all git someting to
eat. And vot's more, I send a check fer five tousand to de Russian
relief. Now ain't dat square? Vot you say?"
"What I say is, Mr. T-S, I cannot be the keeper of another man's
conscience. But I'll try to eat, so as not to be rude."
And T-S grunted, and went back to his feeding; and the stranger made
a pretense of eating, and we did the same.
XVII
It happens that I was brought up in a highly conscientious family.
To my dear mother, and to her worthy sisters, there is nothing in
the world more painful than what they call a "scene"--unless
possibly it is what they call a "situation." And here we had
certainly had a "scene," and still had a "situation." So I sat,
racking my brains to think of something safe to talk about. I
recalled that T-S had had pretty good success with his "Tale of Two
Cities" as a topic of Conversation, so I began:
"Mr.
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