I prefer Sir
Robert. Get out, you Cashless.' Often I see this same thing when boy in
West Africa, very common wherever sun shine. I note all these matters
and I deduct--that Jeekie's way and Jeekie seldom wrong."
Alan laughed for the third time, until the tears ran down his face
indeed.
"Jeekie," he said, "you are a great rascal----"
"Yes, yes," interrupted Jeekie, "great rascal. Best thing to be in
this world, Major. Honourable Sir Robert, Bart., M.P., and Mr.
Champers-Haswell, D.L., J.P., they find that out long ago and sit on
top of tree of opulent renown. Jeekie great rascal and therefore have
Savings Bank account--go on, Major."
"Well, Jeekie, because if you are a rascal you are kind-hearted and
because I believe that you care for me----"
"Oh! Major," broke in Jeekie again, "that most 'utterably true. Honour
bright I love you, Major, better than anyone on earth, except my late
old woman, now happily dead, gone and forgotten in best oak coffin, L4
10 without fittings but polished, and perhaps your holy uncle, Reverend
Mr. Austin, also coffined and departed, who saved me from early
extinction in a dark place. Major, I no like graves, I see too much of
them, and can't tell what lie on other side.
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