"Wants oilin', does she?" interpolated the butler, who had been standing anxiously near by.
"A drop won't hurt her."
"Much wrong with her, sir?"
"Next to nothing, Ebenezer. She just needed a little readjusting and tightening up."
"Praise de Lord! Then you're most through, sir."
"Pretty near."
"I'm clean afraid Mr. Hawley won't get back before you finish."
"I'm not gone yet."
"Oh, I ain't in any hurry to shoo you out, Mr. McPhearson," declared the darky hurriedly. "No, indeed, sir. I could listen to you talk all day."
"I forgot you were listening, Ebenezer."