Jane pulled away at the dock and mullein, in one of her old fits of
silent musing.
"Says I, 'See my ducks an' sack, Mr. Starke? Latest cut,' says I. 'Wish
you knew my tailor. Man of enterprise, an' science, Sir. Knows
mechanics, an' acoustics, an' the rest,--at his finger-ends,--well as
his needle,' said I.
"The old chap's watery eyes began to open at that.
"'Heard of yer engine, by George!' I goes on.
"'What's he think of the chances?' he says. 'Hes _he_ influence?'
"'No,--but he's pants an' sech, which is more to the purpose,' I says.
'An' without a decent suit to yer back, how kin you carry the thing
before Congress?' says I. Put it to him strong, that way. 'How kin ye?'
I says. 'Now look here, Mr. Starke. Ye 'r' no runner in debt, I know:
not willin' to let other people fill yer stomach an' cover yer back,
because you've got genius into ye, which they haven't. All right!' says
I. 'American pluck. But ye see, facts is facts, an' yer coat, not to
mince matters, is nothin' but rags. An' yer shirt'--
"His old wizened phiz got quite red at that, an' he caught his breath a
minute.
"'Go on, Andrew,' says he, puttin' his hand on my arm, 'you mean well.
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