"No, no, I don't want to be church-'till. I want to womp."
"Well, go and 'womp' then, bless you! And be quick about it."
"But I wants to eat first."
"Talk fast, Mr. Dalton. She is pouting now, and you may get in a sentence or two."
He met her merry look with a very kindly one.
"I see you can be patient, Miss Lavillotte. Well, as this Lozcoski set fire to your Works and was imprisoned on that indictment, he has been rearrested to serve out his sentence. He escaped from prison one night when a fire in the dormitories had demoralized the discipline. He——"
"It's tomin'! It's tomin'! Dere's de lemmade and tookies, Doyce. See, see?"
The young lady put a white hand over the child's restless lips and nodded vigorously towards her manager, who continued rapidly:
"He hid in the woods till that night of the party, waiting for a chance at Murfree, I presume, for he is bitter against him yet. But, driven desperate by hunger, he came into town, and the smell and sight of the feasting nearly crazed him, I imagine. So——"
"Doyce! Doyce! Heah's Katie waitin'. Where'll we hab de table? Why don't you pay 'tention to Katie? Where's de table-cloff? Oh, oh, if she puts it down on dat twee-bench Wobin will eat it all up!"