.007
said the irrepressible Poney, who had just come off duty. "Well, I must say you look it. Costly—perishable—fragile—immediate—that's you! Go to the shops, take them vine-leaves out o' your hair, an' git 'em to play the hose on you."
"Leave him alone, Poney," said .007 severely, as he was swung on the turn-table, "or I'll—"
"'Did n't know the old granger was any special friend o' yours, kid. He wasn't over-civil to you last time I saw him."
"I know it; but I've seen a wreck since then, and it has about scared the paint off me. I'm not going to guy anyone as long as I steam—not when they 're new to the business an' anxious to learn. And I 'm not goin' to guy the old Mogul either, though I did find him wreathed around with roastin'-ears. 'T was a little bit of a shote—not a hog—just a shote, Poney—no bigger 'n a lump of anthracite—I saw it—that made all the mess. Anybody can be ditched, I guess."
"Found that out already, have you? Well, that 's a good beginnin'." It was the Purple Emperor, with his high, tight, plate-glass cab and green velvet cushion, waiting to be cleaned for his next day's fly.
"Let me make you two gen'lemen acquainted," said Poney. "This is our Purple Emperor, kid, whom you were admirin' and, I may say, envyin' last night. This is a new brother, worshipful sir, with most of his mileage ahead of him, but, so far as a serving-brother can, I 'll answer for him.'
"'Happy to meet you," said the Purple Emperor, with a glance round the crowded round-house. "I
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