[Bessie snickers. David bridles indignantly.]
Don’t make fun of him! I won’t let anybody do that! I don’t think anybody works as hard as he works! Why, he starts in the morning before I get up, and sometimes when I wake in the middle of the night, I tiptoe to the door of my room, and I can see the light burning in his study downstairs! Daddy works hard—and he looks so tired! He’s so tired sometimes that he won’t let me sit in his lap.
Bessie
My daddy lets me sit in his lap all I like!
David
[Eagerly.]
Does everybody call him a fine man?
Bessie
[A bit dubiously.]
Dey calls him all sorts of t’ings—but he don’t mind dat.