“Make yourself at home,” he said carelessly; for he would not let the fellow see how much he thought of this parlor.
The young man brought out a wallet, and again he and Oscar looked at each other; and there was the same pride in both of them.
“What’s your name, hey?” asked Oscar.
“My name? Jespersen’s my name.”
Oscar began to laugh.
“Jespersen you call it?” he said. “Yespersen, I guess! That’s a name from the old country.”
“Well, I’m not from the old country. I was born here.”
Oscar spoke to him in Danish.
“Forget it!” said Jespersen curtly.
“That’s right!” agreed Oscar. “I’m an American, too.”