The varioloid all over again--hey?
Ho, ho! I didn't really take him for sartin, you understand; just on trial.

If we like him, we'll keep him, that's all." The third afternoon following this announcement, Brown was alone in the kitchen, and busy.

Seth had departed on one of his mysterious excursions, carrying a coil of rope, a pulley and a gallon can of paint.
Before leaving the house he had given his helper some instructions concerning supper.
"Might's well have a lobster tonight," he said.

"Ever cook a lobster, did you ?" No, Mr.Brown had never cooked a lobster.
"Well, it's simple enough.

All you've got to do is bile him.