while I drew off the boots of my good friend. Then I gave him my arm as he limped to the kitchen beside me. The baroness and I sat near him as he ate.
"Go upstairs and call the gentlemen," said she to the butler, "Do not make any disturbance, but say I should like to speak with them in the dining room."
"Is thet air hired man o' yours a Britisher?" D'ri inquired as soon as the butler was gone.
"He is—from Liverpool," said she.
"Thet's the hole 'n the fence," said he. "Thet's where the goose got away."
"The goose! The geese!" said the baroness, thoughtfully. "I do not understand you."
"Went 'n' blabbed, thet's whut he done," said D'ri. "Mebbe wrote 'em a letter, gol-dum his pictur'."
"Oh, I perceive! I understand," said she; "and I send him away to-morrow."
"Neck's broke with hunger," said D'ri. "Never threw no vittles 'n my basket with sech a splendid taste tew 'em es these hev."
The baroness looked at him with some show of worry.
