Carpenter; but vot I
learned is dis--if you stop fer all de misery you see in de vorld
about you, you vouldn't git novhere."
"Well," said Carpenter, "what difference would that make?"
The proprietor of Eternal City really wanted to make out the
processes of this abnormal mind. He wrinkled his brows, and thought
very hard over it.
"See here, Mr. Carpenter," he began at last, "I tink you got hold o'
de wrong feller. I'm a verkin' man, de same as any mechanic on my
lot. I verked ever since I vas a liddle boy, and if I eat too much
now, maybe it's because I didn't get enough ven I vas liddle. And
maybe I got more money dan vot I got a right to, but I know dis--I
ain't never had enough to do half vot I vant to! But dere's plenty
fellers got ten times vot I got, and never done a stroke o' vork fer
it. Dey're de vuns y'oughter git after!"
Said Carpenter: "I would, if I knew how."
"Dey's plenty of 'em right in dis room, I bet." And Mary added: "Ask
Billy; he knows them all!"
"You flatter me, Mary," I laughed.
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