Himself, he disturbed not one.
There came a chime of bells from a clock in another part of the house,
and white-jacket appeared beamingly in the doorway, bearing furs.
"Awready, Mist' Bibbs," he announced. "You' ma say wrap up wawm
f' you' ride, an' she cain' go with you to-day, an' not f'git go see
you' pa at fo' 'clock. Aw ready, suh."
He equipped Bibbs for the daily drive Dr. Gurney had commanded;
and in the manner of a master of ceremonies unctuously led the way.
In the hall they passed the Moor, and Bibbs paused before it while
white-jacket opened the door with a flourish and waved condescendingly
to the chauffeur in the car which stood waiting in the driveway.
"It seems to me I asked you what you thought about this 'statue' when
I first came home, George," said Bibbs, thoughtfully. "What did you
tell me?"
"Yessuh!" George chuckled, perfectly understanding that for some
unknown reason Bibbs enjoyed hearing him repeat his opinion of the
Moor. "You ast me when you firs' come home, an' you ast me nex' day,
an' mighty near ev'y day all time you been here; an' las' Sunday you
ast me twicet." He shook his head solemnly. "Look to me mus' be
somep'm might lamiDAL 'bout 'at statue!"
"Mighty what?"
"Mighty lamiDAL!" George, burst out laughing.
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