f' you' ride, an' she cain' go with you to-day, an' not f'git go see
you' pa at fo' 'clock. Aw ready, suh."

He equipped Bibbs for the daily drive Dr. Gurney had commanded;
and in the manner of a master of ceremonies unctuously led the way.
In the hall they passed the Moor, and Bibbs paused before it while
white-jacket opened the door with a flourish and waved condescendingly
to the chauffeur in the car which stood waiting in the driveway.

"It seems to me I asked you what you thought about this 'statue' when
I first came home, George," said Bibbs, thoughtfully. "What did you
tell me?"

"Yessuh!" George chuckled, perfectly understanding that for some
unknown reason Bibbs enjoyed hearing him repeat his opinion of the
Moor. "You ast me when you firs' come home, an' you ast me nex' day,
an' mighty near ev'y day all time you been here; an' las' Sunday you
ast me twicet." He shook his head solemnly. "Look to me mus' be
somep'm might lamiDAL 'bout 'at statue!"

"Mighty what?"

"Mighty lamiDAL!" George, burst out laughing. "What DO 'at word
mean, Mist' Bibbs?"

"It's new to me, George. Where did you hear it?"

"I nev' DID hear it!" said George. "I uz dess sittin' thinkum to
myse'f an' she pop in my head--'lamiDAL,' dess like 'at! An' she
soun' so good, seem like she GOTTA mean somep'm!"