Hey, Ros, how many hired help does he keep, anyhow?
Thoph says it's eight, but I know I counted more'n that, myself." "It's eight, I tell you," broke in Newcomb, before I could answer.
"There's the two cooks and the boy that waits on 'em--" "The idea of having anybody wait on a cook!" interrupted Mullet.

"That's blame foolishness." "I never said he waited on the cooks.

I said he waited on them--on the family.

And there's a coachman--" "Why do they call them kind of fellers coachmen ?" put in Thoph.

"There ain't any coach.