His eagerness was not contagious.

The man on the chair put down the blue brush, took up a fresh one, dipped it in another paint pot and proceeded to garb another section of his sailor in a spotless white shirt.

Mr.Bearse grew impatient.
"Have you heard the news about Cap'n Sam ?" he repeated.

"Say, Shavin's, have you ?" The painting went serenely on, but the painter answered.
"Well, Gab," he drawled, "I--" "Don't call me Gab, I tell you.

'Tain't my name." "Sho! Ain't it ?" "You know well enough 'tain't.