And when she was done listening she
says to the perfessor: "You had better go back
to your laboratory." And the perfessor he went
along out, and the doctor with him.
"What are you going to do with him, Aunt
Estelle?" the kid asts her.
"What would YOU suggest, William, Dear?" asts
his aunt. I ain't feeling very comfortable, and I
was getting all ready jest to natcherally bolt out
the front door now the doctor was gone. Then I
thinks it mightn't be no bad place to stay in fur a
couple o' days, even risking the smallpox. Fur
I had riccolected I couldn't ketch it nohow, having
been vaccinated a few months before in Terry
Hutt by compulsive medical advice, me being fur
a while doing some work on the city pavements
through a mistake about me in the police court.
William Dear looks at me like it was the day of
judgment and his job was to keep the fatted calves
separate from the goats and prodigals, and he says:
"If I were you, Aunt Estelle, the first thing would
be to get his hair cut and his face washed and then
get him some clothes."
"William Dear is my friend," thinks I.
She calls James, which was a butler. James,
he buttles me into a bathroom the like o' which
I never seen afore, and then he buttles me into a
suit o' somebody's clothes and into a room at the
top o' the house next to his'n, and then he comes
back and buttles a comb and brush at me.
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