CHAPTER XI.
IN THE GREAT METROPOLIS "So they left you and Sim Phinney to keep house, did they, Hiram ?" observed Wingate.
"They did.

And, for a spell, we figgered on bein' free from too much style.
"After they'd gone we loafed into the settin' room or libr'ry, or whatever you call it, and come to anchor in a couple of big lazy chairs.
"'Now,' says I, takin' off my coat, 'we can be comf'table.' "But we couldn't.

In bobs a servant girl to know if we 'wanted anything.' We didn't, but she looked so shocked when she see me in my shirt sleeves that I put the coat on again, feelin' as if I'd ought to blush.

And in a minute back she comes to find out if we was SURE we didn't want anything.

Sim was hitchin' in his chair.