"Take the badge of servitude!" he exclaimed. "I discard it. Cos vy? Not cos I'm sacked, but I've got a hindependent spirit which vill never be satisfied till the earth of this country runs red with the blood of the haristocrats."
Susan regarded Bobsey with admiration not unmixed with awe.
"Don't he talk beautiful?" she said.
"Yes," answered Tommy.
"'Ow is it in the Hunited States?" inquired Bobsey.
"Very much the same as it is here," replied Tommy; "we've all got to work."
"Hain't you hall masters and no servants?"
"Not exactly. One man considers himself as good as another, but's a mighty hard place for working and finding your level."
The bell rang again.
"Put on the badge," said Bobsey. "I'll take it heasy."