“Lemme do somefin’ or yudder, youn’ mist’ess. ’Deed an’ ’deed it do makes me nerbous to year all dat knockin’ at de do’, an’ me stan’in’ yere doin’ nuffin w’en I’s so used to open de do’,” said the elephant, trembling.
“I will tell you what to do, and first, why you are to do it. The man has disgraced himself. He is not fit for the company of decent people. He should be in the penitentiary.”
“De Lor’!” ejaculated Pompous.
“Therefore, do not open the front door, for the villain is quite capable of pushing past you and forcing himself into my presence.”
“Youn’ mist’ess,” said Pompous, slowly drawing himself up, “ef yo’ ’nounce de word as he is not to be ’mitted inter dis house, he better not try dat yacket on me. Ef he do, he’ll jes’ fink a ton o’ bricks has fell on him, he will.”
“Very likely; but I wish to avoid a scene. Go, therefore, out of the back kitchen door, around the house, and meet him on the outside.”
“Yes, youn’ mist’ess; an’ wot mus’ I tell him?”
“Nothing from me. Just order him to leave the premises.”
“But ef he ax arter yo’?”
“Refuse to answer any questions.”