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'Janice'! That's a fancy name. But 'Gumswith'! Jicksy!" "Why, Gummy!" exclaimed the girl again, didn't know you hated it so." "I do. I don't talk about it. I know Pa gave it to me because he thought a heap of his half brother. And Uncle John Gumswith was a nice man, I guess. He set my father up in business in the first place, when he was married." "Oh, is that so, Gummy? "Yes!
Gummy looked all around, paling and flushing by turn. Then he grinned widely and looked at Janice. "Jicksy!" he murmured, "the old name is worth something, after all, isn't it?" It was such a happy surprise for Mrs. Carringford and for Gummy as well that they were well prepared for the piece of bad news which Mr. Payne had first told to Mr. Broxton Day.
"Oh, oh!" cried Janice, "you've got your cheese mixed with melons this time. It is Rockyford melons and Roquefort cheese." "Jicksy! They sound pretty near the same," grumbled Gummy. "Anyhow, that is how Abel Strout looks in the face speckled. And he came in, in that yellow dust-coat of his, looking like a peeled sapling so long and lean."
But a friendly voice now hailed her as a horse was drawn down to a walk. It reached Janice Day's ear like an angelic whisper: "Don't you want to ride, Miss?" She wheeled about with almost a scream of joy. "Gummy Carringford!" "Jicksy! Is that you, Janice?" gasped the boy. "I'd never know it, you're so smothered in dust. What are you doing away out here? Get in do!"
"All you can do is to sit tight and hold on, I guess," Janice said. "That is what daddy says he does when things look stormy for him." "But, you see, it means so much to us," said the boy, shaking his head. "Jicksy! And me with such a miserable old name!" "Why, Gummy!" "How'd you like to be called Zerubbabelbubble, or something like that?" he demanded. "Nice enough for you.
"Nor he me," grinned Gummy. "He went off to Australia and never wrote. He was always traveling around the world, Pa said; and he never did write. Just walked in on his folks without announcing he was coming." "A regular wanderer," said Janice. "And now, jicksy!" exclaimed Gummy, vigorously, "how I'd like to have him walk in on us now."
"Don't talk Latin to a fellow." "And you sounded as though you were using 'pig-Latin," laughed Amy. "You said we "strought' to see Mr. 'Stout'." "Oh! Jicksy! Did I?" exclaimed the boy. I'm always saying one thing and meaning another, aren't I? Is that a lapsus linguae? "It is in this case, Gummy. But go on do." "Well, Mr. Strout looks just like a piece of that green-speckled cheese Mr.
"I I mean I've seen that Pickletown in Olga Oh, jicksy!. Do you know what I mean, Janice Day?" "Yes! Yes!" she cried. "You've seen Olga." "Then jump right in here and I'll drive you to her," said the boy, without running the risk of another lapsus linguae. Without waiting even for a hat, and throwing her broom back over the fence, Janice scrambled in.
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