“‘Haven’t I told you,’ says she, sharp and vinegary, ’not to oppose the child in that way?  Archibald has such a sensitive nature,’ she says to Grace, ’that opposition arouses him just as it did me at his age.  Very well, dear; you may dine with us to-night, if you wish.  Oh, my poor nerves!  Margaret, why don’t you place a chair for Master Archibald?  The creature is absolutely stupid at times,’ she says, talkin’ about that poor maid afore her face with no more thought for her feelin’s than if she was a wooden image.  ’She has no tact whatever.  I wouldn’t have Archibald’s spirit broken for anything.’

“‘Twas his neck that needed breakin’ if you asked me.  That was a joyful meal, now I tell you.

“There was more joy when ’twas over.  Archie didn’t want to go to bed, havin’ desires to set up and torment Simeon with questions about his whiskers; askin’ if they growed or was tied on, and things like that.  Course he didn’t know his ma was goin’ to the show, or he wouldn’t have let her.  But finally he was coaxed upstairs by Margaret and a box of candy, and, word havin’ been sent down that he was asleep, Sam got out his plug hat, and Grace and Cousin Harriet got on their fur-lined dolmans and knit clouds, and was ready for the hack.

“‘I feel mighty mean to go off and leave you this way,’ says Sam to me and Simeon.  ’But you make yourself at home, won’t you?  This is your house to-night, you know; servants and all.’

“‘How about that boy’s wakin’ up?’ says I.

“’Oh, his maid’ll attend to him.  If she needs any help you can give it to her,’ he says, winkin’ on the side.

“But Cousin Harriet was right at his starboard beam, and she heard him.  She flew up like a settin’ hen.

“‘Indeed they will not!’ she sings out.  ’If anyone but Margaret was to attempt to control Archibald, I don’t dare think what might happen.  I shall not stir from this spot until these persons promise not to interfere in any way; Archibald, dear, is such a sensitive child.’

“So we promised not to interfere, although Sim Phinney looked disappointed when he done it.  I could see that he’d had hopes afore he give that promise.”

CHAPTER XI

IN THE GREAT METROPOLIS

“So they left you and Sim Phinney to keep house, did they, Hiram?” observed Wingate.

“They did.  And, for a spell, we figgered on bein’ free from too much style.

“After they’d gone we loafed into the settin’ room or libr’ry, or whatever you call it, and come to anchor in a couple of big lazy chairs.

“‘Now,’ says I, takin’ off my coat, ‘we can be comf’table.’

“But we couldn’t.  In bobs a servant girl to know if we ’wanted anything.’  We didn’t, but she looked so shocked when she see me in my shirt sleeves that I put the coat on again, feelin’ as if I’d ought to blush.  And in a minute back she comes to find out if we was sure we didn’t want anything.  Sim was hitchin’ in his chair.  Between ‘nerves’ and Archibald, his temper was raw on the edges.