But Mr. Keeler did neither, nor did Captain Snow ask a question.
Al, Labe—Mr. Keeler here—will start you in larnin' to bookkeep.
Albert soon discovered that Mr. Keeler's feeling for her was equally strong.
Even Mr. Keeler congratulated him at the office next morning.
Albert smiled, but it astonished him to find that Mr. Keeler knew what a sonnet was.
Mr. Keeler turned it up, making a trembly job of the turning.
When they reached the office, the captain spoke to Mr. Keeler.
Albert felt a hand on his arm and heard Mr. Keeler's voice at his ear.
Mr. Keeler perched his small figure on the corner of the kitchen table.
"I can't understand it, Laban," he confided in deep distress to Mr. Keeler.