"Sooner or later I've got to go back to London," Kiddie told him. "But it won't be for always, you see—just long enough for you to have a good look round."
"Me!" exclaimed Rube in amazement.
"That's my notion," Kiddie intimated. "You'd like to go to England, wouldn't you? And you don't expect me to stay here for ever?"
"Course not," said Rube. "And—and—well, I dessay thar's a lot of chores you're hankerin' to attend to over there. We c'n easily lock up the cabin. It won't come to no harm now that thar's no Broken Feathers lyin' around."