“Don’t I?” said the boy, laughing. “I should just think I do. Why, I’ve growed out of two suits of livery since we’ve been here.”
“And how long’s that?”
“Twelve months, sir; and these is getting too tight.”
“You were not in quite such a fine house as this before were you?”
“Oh no, sir, nothing like; but we’ve been doing very well lately.”
“You young villain!” muttered Dick; “if you get telling tales I’ll never forgive you.”
“So I suppose,” said Max. “And so you are very happy and comfortable?”
“It’s lovely, sir.”
“Master and mistress very kind, I suppose?”
“They jest are, sir. Missus and miss seems like two angels, sir.”