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"Crikey!" said he at last. "Is that you, sir, or ain't it?"
"How much?" demanded Ravenslee gruffly.
"Crumbs!" said the chauffeur. "Sir, if you--ain't you, all I say is--I
ain't me!"
"Aw--what's bitin' ye, bo?" growled Ravenslee.
"Well, if this ain't the rummest go, I'm a perisher!"
"Say, now, crank up d' machine an' beat it while d' goin' 's good. How's
that, Joe?"
"Lord, Mr. Ravenslee--so you are my guv'nor, and blow me tight--shoving
a barrer! I knowed it was you, sir; leastways I knowed your legs an' the
set o' them shoulders, but--with a barrer! Excuse me, sir, but the idea
o' you pushing a perishing peanut barrer so gay an' 'appy-'earted--well,
all I can say is love-a-duck!"
"Well now, cut along, Joe, and get ready. I mean to put in some real
hard work with you this afternoon."
"Right-o, sir!" nodded Joe eagerly. "Lord, but we've missed you
terrible--the Old Un an' me."
"Glad of it, Joe! Tell Patterson to have my bath ready when we've
finished. Off with you--drive in the Fifth Avenue entrance.


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