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I brought in dinner-food on tray and set him to table. When Hon. Mr. took chair he looked to me with serious eyesight.

“That are nice-looking niggero boy you employ,” he snuggest to Hon. Mrs.

“He are not niggero,” she devolve. “He got that complexion from being attentive to furnace.”

“Oh,” he snagger. “If he would put more coal in Hon. Furnace and less on that face, perhapsly I should feel less iced.”

I could not chide that denaturized man, yet I thought so.

After dinner-eat he approach to kitchen and say: “Togo,” he say with doggish voice, “furnaces are made for heats. Otherwisely we would use ice-boxes, which is just as handsome. Any cook who cannot feed my furnace should be banished for cruelty.”

“I understand this knowledge,” I report chivalrously.

“Did you permit Hon. Furnace to go out?”

“Ah, no, not I did!” This I say. “I watch him entire day and give you my truthful insurance he did not leave that cellar.”

“Tonight you must compel him to heat, no matter how desperado you act,” he snarrel, departing off with bang-slam.