"But you are supposed to do what I ask you to."
"Anything here yes, but I'm not an errand boy," answered Umberufen indifferently.
"Have you no heart?" exclaimed Billy.
"Certainly, but Mr. Gas didn't hire that—he just arranged for my brains and ability."
"Then whatever he pays you he's got a bad bargain," said Billy angrily. "You may go."
"There you go, showing your temper again —goodness, I wouldn't have your disposition for anything—good-by," and Umberufen disappeared.
"I wish I could sneeze—perhaps Gehsundheit would take the message—I'll try," but do what he would Billy could not make himself sneeze. He tickled his nose with a straw, snuffed up dust, did everything he could think of but not a sneeze would come. At last he gave up in despair. "I'll imitate a sneeze," cried he—"ca-choo!" It did not sound very much like a sneeze, but sure enough a shadowy form of Gehsundheit appeared before him.
"Gehsundheit," came from the figure but it sounded far, far away like an echo.
"At last," cried Billy. "Oh! Gehsundheit, I need your help."
"So, iss it?" he whispered.