Bull hastily departed with both eyes in a damaged condition.
"He has had my blood and I would like to have his," said Tom.
"Mr. Seddon, you should cultivate a more benign disposition," said the Professor. "Bull practiced phlebotomy on you with the best intentions."
"And now, Tom, I must leave you," said Toney, as Cæsar and Hannibal entered the room to carry his trunks to the railway.
"Must go," said Toney. "I have to prepare for the great case of Simon Rump vs. The Salt-Water Canal Company. I leave Charley with you, who will attend to your wound, and when it has healed you and he come to Mapleton and hear the argument of my distinguished adversary M. T. Pate."
Both promised to do so; and shaking hands with his two friends, Toney went out and closed the door, but immediately opened it again and said,--
"Tom, when you take another siesta, remember to bolt the door and keep Bull out. Good-by!"
"Simon, my love," said Mrs. Rump, as she handed her affectionate spouse a cup of coffee at breakfast, "what lawyer have you got to speak to the jury in our great case against the Canal Company?"
"Why, my angel," said Simon, "I have got Mr. Pate, the great lawyer in Mapleton."
"Is Mr. Pate the bald-headed man who sometimes reads the prayers in church?" asked the angel.
"He must be a very good man," said the mother of the seven sweet little cherubs.
"He is," said the lord of the mansion; "and he is also a very learned man. He has more than a dozen books in his office as big as the Bible, and he reads in them every day."
"Oh, my!" said Simon's angel. "No wonder he is bald! Reads all those big books! What a heap he must know!"
"Indeed, he does," said Simon. "And he has promised to make a great speech against the Canal Company, and get us a power of damages."
"Thirty thousand dollars--not a cent less."
"Gracious goodness! thirty thousand dollars! We will be as rich as the Widow Wild almost! Indeed, my love, you must buy a nice new carriage. I don't like to ride to church on horseback and see the Widow Wild coming in her carriage."
"And I want a hobby-horse," said one of the male cherubs.
"And I want a nice new doll," said a female cherub.
"Hush, you noisy brats!" said the angel. And she slapped the male cherub on the side of the face, and in the operation overturned her cup, and spilt the hot coffee on the female cherub's head. The two cherubs tried the strength of their lungs; and Simon Rump arose from the table, and, putting on his hat, opened the door to go forth and talk with his lawyer about the big case.