In spite of himself, Burgess resented the shame of such a father for the capable, happy-spirited daughter.
"Yesh, Dennie's good girl, all right."
Presently, the old man spoke again.
"Shay, Prof esh, 'd ye mind doin' somethin' for me?"
"What is it?" Burgess was by nature courteous.
"If anything sh'd ever happen to me, 'd you take care of Dennie? Shay, would you?"
"If I could do anything for her, I would do it," the young man replied.
"Somethin' gonna happen to me. I ain't shafe. I know I'll go that way. But you'll be good to Dennie. Now, wouldn't you? I'd ask Funnybone, but he's no shafer 'n I am. No shafer! You'll be good to Dennie, you said so. Shay it again!"