“How old be you?”
“Going on seventeen.”
“Well,” he puffed, with a windy sigh, “you look behind enough like the Professor to be him. And your voice is jest like his—that I’ll swear to! You must be some related.”
“I don’t know that we’ve any scientists in the family,” I said, with a laugh. I rather liked the long-legged individual.
“Don’t know nobody named Vose?” he asked.
“No-o. Don’t think I do.”
He slumped down upon the bench beside me and helped himself to beans.
“By the e-tar-nal snakes!” he muttered. “It does completely flabergasticate me—I do assure you! I never saw two folks so near alike, back-to! You’d oughter see the Professor.”
“I would be only too happy,” I said, politely.
I was interested in my new acquaintance, but not particularly in his friend whom I appeared to favor. He told me in the course of the meal a good deal about himself; and it was interesting, his story.