“Then I guess I’ll go there.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Don’t you like the place?”
“The place is good enough; but I worked for an awful mean man.”
“Who was it?” asked Andy, with a presentiment of what the answer might be.
“His name is Brackett. Ain’t he mean, though? But his wife’s jest as bad. Jaw, jaw, jaw, all the time! I couldn’t stand it, so I left.”
“That’s encouraging,” thought Andy. “Was there any one else in the family?”
“There was four children—reg’lar terrors! I’d like to choke ’em.”
“Come, Peter, you’re not in earnest?”
“Ain’t I, though! They’re the wust behaved youngsters I ever come across.”