“Yessir!”
“I shall want nothing more to-night. You can go to bed.”
“Very good, sir!”
“Wake me at seven to-morrow morning.”
“Yessir! To-morrow’s Christmas Day, sir.”
“Well, what’s that to me?”
“Beg pardon, sir! Thought you might like to sleep a little later, sir.”
Josiah gazed at him grimly.
“Sleep a little later! What do you take me for, eh? D’ye think I’m such a fool and sluggard as to want to stay in bed longer on Christmas Day than on any other day? You ought to know me better than that! I have plenty of work to do just the same, Christmas Day or no Christmas Day, and I mean to do it!”
“Certainly, sir. Yessir. Seven o’clock, sir!”