"I'd 'gree to black him all over, if he'd do what I want. Where does he hang out?"
"I'll show you in the mornin'. Been to supper?"
"Yes; had a little spread up to Delmonico's. It wasn't much, an' charlotte roosters an' sich things as that ain't fillin', you know."
"I kinder thought you might be hungry, so I got mother to do up a lunch." And Teenie drew from his pocket a small parcel of cold roast meat, adding to it from another pocket five boiled eggs.
"Say, we'll have a reg'lar lay-out, won't we?" Carrots said, as he surveyed the food with the keenest pleasure.
"Now I reckon you can kind er ease up on your business long enough to 'tend to this stuff, can't you?" Teenie answered.
"Well, I should say so! You're a brick, Teenie, an' I wish you'd come every night."
"Business would have to be pretty good if I was goin' to have such a spread as this right along. I've been to supper, so you pitch in."
"S'pose we put it away for a while? It hasn't been so long since I ate that lot o' quails, you know; and I can hold on a spell, an' we'll be hungry before we're ready to go to sleep."
Teenie was satisfied; and he reclined carelessly in one corner of the packing-case home, enjoying himself to the utmost.