“Now, see how quick ye can git thar. Don’t look back, and whin ye tumbles over the doorsill, tell yer mither ye won’t have any wurruk to do here until to-morrer mornin’.”
“Oh, yaws, I understand—why didn’t ye say so afore?”
“’Cause ye wouldn’t have understood if I did. Off wid ye!”
And to make sure of being obeyed, Mike gave him a push which caused his dilapidated straw hat to fall off. He snatched it up and broke into a lope, as if afraid of harm if he lingered longer in the neighborhood of such strange doings.
“Now, Miss Nora, if ye’ll tell me where ye want these things placed, I shall be honored by carrying ’em in fur ye.”
Mike stood in the front door and looked down the big store to Nora, at the rear, who called:
“Set them in the back part of the room right here where I’m standing.”
“How can I put ’em there, if ye stand there?” asked Mike.
“I expect to get out of your way.”
“Oh, yaws,” remarked the youth, mimicking Jim, who had shown so much mental bewilderment.