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"'What's this I hear? says he, fetchin' Jonadab a welt on the back like a mast goin' by the board. 'Is it me friend Kelly you're lookin' for? "I was just goin' to tell him no, not likin' his looks, but Jonadab cut in ahead of me, out of breath from the earthquake the feller had landed him, but excited as could be. "'Yes, yes! says he. 'It's Mr. Kelly we want. Do you know him? "'Do I know him?
"Oh, no, it ain't!" says Hank, cheerful. "It'll be back to Popper Dillaway and Belle. When I tell 'em I'm your little cousin Henry and how you and me worked the territories together why well, I guess there'll be gladness round the dear home nest; hey?" Peter didn't say nothing. Then he fetched a long breath and motioned with his head to Cap'n Jonadab and me.
And old Stumpton's been praying for something alive to shoot at," I says. The manager gave Jonadab and me a couple of tickets, and we went to the show that night.
Jonadab took a special interest in her. It pretty nigh broke his heart to think she was running my house instead of his. He thought she'd ought to be married and have a home of her own. "Well," says I, "why don't she get married then? She could drag out and tie up any single critter of the right sex in this neighborhood with both hands behind her back." "Humph!" says he.
She couldn't speak for a minute just cackled like a hen. Then she busts out with: "How dare you!" and flounces out of that room like a hurricane. And it was still as could be for a minute, and then two or three of the girls begun to squeal and giggle behind their handkerchiefs. Jonadab and me went away, too. We didn't flounce any to speak of.
'After a little practice I cal'late I could steer "'Steer! sings out Bradbury. 'STEER! Great Caesar's ghost! I give you my word, Cap'n Wixon, I never saw such handlin' of a machine as you did goin' through Bayport, in my life. You're a wonder! "'Um-hm, says Jonadab contented.
Me and Peter T. and Jonadab was in the office, when down comes Henry, old Robinson's man servant, white as a sheet and wringin' his hands distracted. "'Oh, I say, Mr. Brown! says he, shakin' all over like a quicksand. 'Oh, Mr. Brown, sir! Will you come right up to Mr. Sterz I mean Mr. Robinson's room, please, sir! 'E wants to see you gentlemen special. 'Urry, please! 'Urry!
The old dreams come back to you, the dreams you dreamed as you slumbered upon the cornhusk mattress in the clean, sweet little chamber of the old home. Forgotten are the cares of business, the scramble for money, the ruthless hunt for fame. Here are perfect rest and perfect peace. "Now what place would you say I was describing?" says the feller. "Heaven," says Jonadab, looking up, reverent like.
And, for a poet, he done pretty well, so the Cap'n said. "'But say, Barzilla, asks Jonadab, 'does that Willie thing know the Robinsons? "'Guess not, I says. But, thinkin' of the way he'd acted when the girl come to the door: 'Why? "'Oh, nothin' much. Only when he come in with the doughnuts the fust mornin' at breakfast, I thought Grace sort of jumped and looked funny.
I don't exactly know why Cap'n Jonadab and me went to the post-office that night; we wa'n't expecting any mail, that's sartin. I guess likely we done it for the reason the feller that tumbled overboard went to the bottom 'twas the handiest place TO go.
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