“Land sakes!” laughed she; “he’s none so slow, is he?”
“Can you wait on customers as prompt as all that?” she asked of the boy.
“Me velly good boy,” he repeated, gravely, “makee hash fli allee same like hellee.”
“Lee!” Helen looked shocked. “You should wait to see whether Mrs. Hallard wants you,” she finished, rather tamely.
Lee looked at her in surprise. “No can help,” he announced, conclusively, “China boy velly scarce; no can get many; him got take me; one velly good boy.” He glanced again at Mrs. Hallard.
“I go get clo’,” he concluded, imperturbably. “Go skippee Sylvania. See you later.”
He was gone, without circumlocution, and Helen surveyed her visitor a little helplessly. “I’ll have Chang talk to him,” she said.
“No need,” laughed the other. “But my! He’s sure something of a hustler, that boy. I reckon I’d better hit the trail or he’ll be runnin’ the grille before I git to it.”
“Do you really think he will do for you?” Helen was somewhat dismayed.
“Sure,” was the reply. “He’ll do first rate. He means well; don’t I know Chinks?”