“Why, what do you mean?”
“Well, sir, of course it’s their higgorance. You and me knows better, and I shouldn’t like master to know, but they lead me a horful life about it all. They say master’s got a crack in his head about that thing he’s making, and that he ought to be stopped.”
“Why?” said Tom, laughing.
“Oh, it’s nothing to laugh about, sir. They say the place won’t be safe, for he’ll be having a blow-up one of these days with his contrapshums.”
“What nonsense!”
“Well, sir, I don’t know about that. He did have one, and singed all his hair off, and blew out his libery window.”
“Tom!”
“Coming, uncle.”
“Don’t you say a word to him, sir, please.”
“Oh, no; all right, David; and next time the people say anything to you about uncle’s experiments, you tell them they’re a pack of bull-geese!”