"Hunder'd'n One," he quietly said, looking at his questioner with a shade of fear and suspicion in his face.
The porter believed that a lunatic stood before him. He asked:
"Where are you from?"
"Georgy."
"What part of Georgia?"
Again was Baker at sea, and again did his glance seek the chandelier and the oriel.
"Me?" he asked.
"Yes, you. What part of Georgia are you from?"
"Jess Georgy," he finally said.
"What do you want here?"