Nor was he wrong in his reckoning, for shortly afterward a plump and pretty maid brought him out a tray of victuals that looked most tempting.
There was bread and butter, cold meat, cake, pie, apples, and a bowl of rich milk. No wonder Fritz's eyes sparkled with satisfaction, as he sat down upon the carriage-block, and received the offering.
"I thank you more ash a t'ousand times," he said. "Der old man didn't vas goin' to give me somedings, but I told him I would expose him, und dot fixed him. Vot's der old crab's name, young lady?"
The girl stared.
"Mr. Sample, do you mean?" she asked, in surprise.
"Yes, I reckon dot's der one—der old vinegar-barrel vot yoost sot on der veranda. So his name vas Sample, eh? If he vas a sample off der neighbors around here, I dinks I stop no more. He vas got a segret, don'd he?"
"How should I know, sir?"
"Oh! vel, I didn't know but you might haff heard somedings."
"If I had, I don't believe I should confess it to you," the maid retorted. "When you get through eating leave the server on the block."
"But, hold on—you ain'd going?"