The Dummy ain't payin' any attention to the speech, either. He's got sight of all them animals with their heads bobbin', and a silly grin spreads over his face. First he sidles over to the mantel and touches up one that was about stopped. Then he sees another, and starts that off again, and by the time Hooker is through the Dummy is as busy and contented as you please, keepin' them tigers and things movin'. "Well?" says the Rev. Sam. "Eh?" says Bobby, tearin' his eyes off the Dummy. "Were you saying something about the glass works? Beastly bore! I never go near them. But say! I want that chap over there. I want to hire him. What's his name?" "Dummy Kronacher," says the Rev. Sam, comin' out strong on the first word. "Good!" says Bobbie. "Hey, Dummy? What will you take to stay here with me and do that right along?" Dummy has just discovered a stuffed alligator that can snap its jaws and wiggle its tail. He only looks up and grins. "I'll make it a hundred a month," says Bobbie. "Well, that's settled. Atkins, you're fired! And say, McCabe, I must show this new man how I want this business done. You and your friend run in some other time, will you?" "But," says Hooker, "can't you do something about those helpers? Won't you promise to----" "No!" snaps Bobby. "I've no time to bother with such things. Atkins, show 'em out!" Well, we went. We goes so sudden the Rev. Sam forgets about leavin' the Dummy until we're outside, and then he's for goin' back after him. "What for?" says I. "That pair'll get along fine; they're two of a kind." "I guess you're right," says he. "And it's something to have brought those two together. Perhaps someone will see the significance of it, some day." Now what was he drivin' at then? You can search me. All I've been able to make out of it is that what ails the poor is poverty, and the trouble with the plutes is that they've got too much. Eh? Barney Shaw said something like that too? Well, don't let on I agree with him. He might get chesty. CHAPTER X MARMADUKE SLIPS ONE OVER And you'd almost think I could accumulate enough freaks, all by myself, without havin' my friends pass theirs along, wouldn't you? Yet lemme tell you what Pinckney rung up on me. He comes into the Studio one day towin' a party who wears brown spats and a brown ribbon to his shell rimmed eyeglasses, and leaves him planted in a chair over by the window, where he goes to rubbin' his chin with a silver-handled stick while we dive into the gym. for one of our little half-hour sessions. Leaves him there without sayin' a word, mind you, like you'd stand an umbrella in the corner! "Who's the silent gazooks you run on the siding out front?" says I. "Why," says Pinckney, "that's only Marmaduke." "Only!" says I. "I should say Marmaduke was quite some of a name. Anything behind it? He ain't a blank, is he?" "Who, Marmaduke?" says he. "Far from it! In fact, he has a most individual personality."