"I'd tell you in a minute, Miss Barbara, only we're all swore to tell no one. But what he says goes with me. It's got to be that way, else we'd never get nowhere."
XXXVII
Mr. Abe Lichtenstein looked up from a mass of writing. "So," he smiled, "you got your few days off?"
"Mr. Lichtenstein," said Bubbles, his eyes big, his voice trembling, "an awful thing has happened."
"You can tell me nothing bad but I can tell you something worse. What has happened?"
"The old un is my father!"
"Yes," said Lichtenstein, "I have thought of that. You are sure?"
"I'm sure enough not to want to have anything more to do with huntin' him. But that's for you to say. I do what you say."
"I won't ask you to go on," said Lichtenstein; "but you're still with us, Bubbles? You're still for cleaning up the dirty house and making it fit for human beings to live in?"