Long-Hair got up and started our way, grinnin’.
“But you don’t git a cent of it,” I says, turnin’ on him quick.
He dodged.
“You’d better be keerful,” I says. Then, to Macie, “Honey, here’s another chanst t’ make a try. You can git a good teacher, this time–yas, that’s what I said, Perfessor, a good teacher–and you’ll be the biggest singer in Amuricaw yet.” And I helt the bill out to her.
The only answer she give was t’ run to the door and pull at one of them round thing-um-a-jigs that brings a telegraph kid. Next, she come back to a table, found a piece of paper and writ somethin’ on it.
“Here, Alec,” she says, “here. Read this.”
It said:
“Manager Harvey Eatin’-House, Briggs City, Oklahomaw. Please telephone paw that I’m comin’ home, and Alec wants back his job.”