Mr. Abe Lichtenstein looked up from a mass of writing. "So," he smiled,
"you got your few days off?"
"Mr. Lichtenstein," said Bubbles, his eyes big, his voice trembling, "an
awful thing has happened."
"You can tell me nothing bad but I can tell you something worse. What
has happened?"
"The old un is my father!"
"Yes," said Lichtenstein, "I have thought of that. You are sure?"
"I'm sure enough not to want to have anything more to do with huntin'
him. But that's for you to say. I do what you say."
"I won't ask you to go on," said Lichtenstein; "but you're still with
us, Bubbles? You're still for cleaning up the dirty house and making it
fit for human beings to live in?"
"Yes, sir."
"As far as your father's concerned you'll be neutral."
"Meaning I won't do nothing against him, nor for him?"