“Oh, I see,” commented Bob. “I suppose it’s one of those rich country clubs.”
“Yas, sah,” continued Jerry. “Ah reckon it is about de riches’ club in de south. Ah has hearn tell dey ain’t nothin’ in de north kin tech de Anclote club house fo’ bigness an’ costiveness.”
“Must be pretty fine,” said Bob, without a smile. “And so you are the chef of this club.”
“Dat’s my reg’lar job,” answered Jerry. “O’ course, outen de club season, Ah has othah business.”
“What’s that?” asked Bob relentlessly.
“Well, sah, recently Ah was assistant janitor down to de Creole Coffee House. But Ah is restin’ now, preliminahy to my wuk at de club.”
“Then the club isn’t open at present?”
“We open day after to-morrer, Friday. Mos’ ob de membahs ah engaged in de banks and de countin’ houses till de end ob de week. Ef yo’ ’ll ’scuse me, I mus’ now has’en on as Ah have an appintment to engage some ob my assistants.”
Bob could not refrain from laughing.