“See a good lawyer,” says Mark. “He’ll know.”
“Dun’no’ any lawyer,” says Uncle Hieronymous.
Mark slapped his leg. “I know one,” says he, “and he’s one you can t-t-trust, too. Name’s Macmillan. We met him fishin’ b-b-back of your house.”
I remembered him right off and knew in a second he’d be a good man to go to.
“Come on,” says Mark. “Let’s find him.”
So off we went looking for Mr. Macmillan. Uncle made up another poem as we went along:
“I never seen sich a surprise;
It most knocks out a feller’s eyes.”
I expect it did pretty nearly surprise him to death.