Stephen looked down solemnly at him.
“Damned funny, isn’t it, Wah?”
“Oh, me bludder, me bludder!”—Wah could get no further, before another paroxysm of laughter overcame him. Recovering somewhat, he produced from his blouse a greasy looking package.
“Me bludder get nothing to eat before he come to Dominion. Wah bring him pie, oh, lubbly, lubbly pie.”
Stephen was deeply touched by the Chinaman’s kindness. He shook his hand warmly.
“I had forgotten all about food. Good-bye, Wah, and thank you a lot.”
“Oh, me bludder, wait one minnie moming. I have note. Missee Cameron, she send me bludder a note!”
Wah, with some labor, produced from his pocket a little envelope, and handed it to Loring.
“Oh, lubbly, lubbly note! Oh, lubbly—”
“Shut up, Wah!” flared Stephen. White as death, he took the note from Wah, and slipped it inside his shirt. He could not trust himself to read it.