“Porter wanted!”
“Hooray, father! Here’s an early job to begin with!”
Having thus given his parent God speed, young Jerry seated himself on the stool, entered on his reversionary interest in the straw his father had been chewing, and cogitated.
“Always rusty! His fingers is always rusty!” muttered young Jerry. “Where does my father get all that iron rust from? He don’t get no iron rust here!”