What's up? And how do you happen to be
here, occupying my house without the knowledge of my servants?"
"A simple question, with a simple answer. I've been here two days and
two nights, right here in the house. My bedchamber is down the hall
there, and this has been my lounging room. Of course, I had my meals
in the dining-room--my after-the-theater suppers, you might say. It's
been good fun, foolin' the servants. I hope you don't mind my fakin'
grub from your larder, kid. I used to sit around, unbeknownst to the
niggers, and listen to them talk about spirits and ghosts and all that
sort of thing. It was most amusin'. They couldn't account for the
disappearance of pies and cakes and Sally Lunn--say, how I do love
Sally Lunn. And jam, too. To say nothin' of fried chicken. Say! I've
been living like a prince, kid. Sleepin' in a real bed and hangin'
around in swell togs like these. Say! You _do_ know how to live,
David. You'd have been very much entertained half an hour ago if you
could have seen me swipe a Washington pie and a quart of milk right
out from under the nose of old Aunt Fanny. Milk is my favorite
beverage, David.
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