every man who has worked for Harry Lossing the better for it.
I don't concern myself with any other laboring men."

Just then a murmur of exclamations came from Mrs. Ellis
and Esther, whom the superintendent was piloting through
the shops. "Oh, no, it is too heavy; oh, don't do it,
Mr. Cardigan!" "Oh, we can see it perfectly well from here!
PLEASE don't, you will break yourself somewhere!"
Mrs. Ellis shrieked this; but the shrieks turned to a murmur
of admiration as a huge carved sideboard came bobbing and wobbling,
like an intoxicated piece of furniture in a haunted house,
toward the two gentlewomen. Immediately, a short but powerfully
built man, whose red face beamed above his dusty shoulders
like a full moon with a mustache, emerged, and waved his hand
at the sideboard.

"I could tackle the two of them, begging your pardon, ladies."

"That's Cardigan," explained Harry, "Miss Armorer may have told
you about him. Oh, SHUEY!"

Cardigan approached and was presented. He brought both his heels
together and bowed solemnly, bending his head at the same time.

"Pleased to meet you, sir," said Shuey. Then he assumed an attitude
of military attention.

"Take us up in the elevator, will you, Shuey?" said Harry.
"Step in, Mr. Armorer, please, we will go and see the reproductions
of the antique; we have a room upstairs."