"Well—well, my dear, don't mind that. Accidents, you know, will happen; bless you."
Todd, as he said this, caught up a small piece of Charley's hair in his finger and thumb, and gave it a terrific pinch. Poor Johanna with difficulty controlled her tears.
"Now, sir, be seated if you please. From the country, I suppose, sir?"
"Yes. A clean shave, if you please. We comed up from Barkshire, both on us, with beasts."
"You and your brother, sir?"
"My cousin, t'other'un is; ain't you Bill?"
"Yes, to be sure."
"Now, Charley, the soap dish. Look alive—look alive, my little man, will you?"
"Yes, sir."
"You must excuse him being rather slow, gentlemen, but he's not used to the business yet, poor boy—no father, no mother, no friend in all the world but me, sir."