“Ja, so I will do. Ja.... Goot-by, mein young friend. To see you again I shall hope. Goot-by.”
“Good-by, Mr. Hoffer, and we h-hope you get well and everything comes out fine.”
“I will do mein best. But, Mark Tidd, if t’ings go not as I like to haff them, I shall not cry. No, I shall be patient, and not such a coward as I like not to be.”
We shook hands all around and Hamilcar and Mr. Hoffer drove off. As soon as they were away Mark and I lit out for Mr. Hamilton’s law-office. We hadn’t had any dinner, but Mark didn’t seem to mind, and I wasn’t going to be the first to speak about it, you can bet. If he could stand it to starve to death, I guess I could, too.
We found Mr. Hamilton’s office in a little one-story wooden building on Main Street. He was there, but he seemed a little surprised to see us.
“How d’you do?” says he. “Were you looking for a doctor or a lawyer.”
“L-l-lawyer,” says Mark.
Mr. Hamilton sighed with relief. “I was sure you’d made a mistake. Didn’t think you could possibly be looking for me. But come right in. Shall I bring out my trained law-book for you? Or would you rather watch a baseball game between the Compiled Statutes and the Court Rules?”
He laughed, pleasant-like. I took to him right away and so did Mark. He was middling big, and he looked like he was a lot of fun.
“We want a l-l-lawyer,” says Mark.