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Mostly young they were; some still in their teens. That was the tragedy of it. Older women had no place there. Fresh arrivals poured in from the Broadway entrance. Everybody appeared to be acquainted with everyone else; familiar greetings were exchanged right and left. "Hello, Jack!" "Howdy, May!" "Sit down here, Grace!"
"Wellum, Miss Sophy, 't ain't any." "I have already ordered more, Mary Magdalen." "An' you know ouah flouah, Miss Sophy?" "Us ain't got a Gawd's speck!" Then she would beam upon the visitors, all of whom were known to her. "Howdy, Miss Sally! How you-all comin' on? Ah comin' 'round to see de baby soon 's Ah gits chanst."
A big freckled guy with red hair is runnin' her 'n' I know just by lookin' at him it's Orphy. "'Howdy, boys, he says to us when he gets to where we're standin'. 'Jump aboard! I'm goin' down far as the pumpin' station an' the brakes ain't workin' just like they'd ought-a this mornin'. "'We've got a trunk, I says. "'Oh! he says, 'n' spins the whirligig.
Now, Mumsy, you just stick to me and we'll go say howdy to the dear old men and thank them for my dress and shoes and stockings and then you can go sit by some of your nice church members, while I find somebody to dance with me." "But, Judy, surely you are not going to thank the old men right out before everybody, and surely you are not going to ask anybody to dance with you!"
"Howdy, Frisk," he mumbled. "Got to have some more terbacca. Gimme a package o' Peace and Good Will, will ye?" The proprietor beamed sympathetically. "Ye'll have to try somethin' else this time, Uncle Ben," he drawled pleasantly. "I'm sorry, but the fact is my Peace and Good Will's mouldy." Dunham smiled, and looked over his shoulder at Benny.
As soon as they were through the gate the pack ponies stopped and stood with spreading legs and drooping heads while Mullendore sauntered over to Kate and laid a hand familiarly on her shoulder. "Ain't you got a howdy for me, kid?" She moved aside and began stripping the harness from the horse for the quite evident purpose of avoiding his touch.
When the old man became aware of their presence, he straightened himself up with the slow movement of one stiff with age or rheumatism and threw them a tentatively friendly look out of a pair of faded eyes. "Howdy do, uncle," said the colonel. "Will you tell me whose graves these are that you are caring for?"
He stood erect, his hands in his side-pockets, his pipe puffing slowly. He was forty-five or -six, perhaps. "How do, Mrs. Kennicott," he drawled. She recalled him the town handyman, who had repaired their furnace at the beginning of winter. "Oh, how do you do," she fluttered. "My name 's Bjornstam. 'The Red Swede' they call me. Remember? Always thought I'd kind of like to say howdy to you again."
"O my dear mother! that what is best for you should be so bad for me! Ahem! Why why, howdy, Johanna? Hmm!" With silent prayers and tremors the girl watched him read the letter. At the first line he sank into his chair, amazed and pale. "My Lord!" he murmured, and read on. "O my Lord! it can't be! Why, how? why O it shan't be! O hem!
A cheery "Howdy, stranger!" drew the attention of the man by the fire known to his Indian guide by the generic name of "Boston," which is Chinook for white man and he returned the greeting to the tall, gray-bearded man who strode toward him, glad to have company in the absence of the Indian, Doctor Tom, who had gone down to the Columbia for supplies.
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