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These, and many more, not only came, but did such justice to Mrs. Benton's and Wan Lung's cookery that, as she said, next morning: "Land suz! There ain't scraps enough left to make a decent soup, even! But never mind, we had a royal time, every single soul of us. Christmas is over, and I'm glad it's so well over. Now, we can settle down and rest a spell."
Presently, that is along about the third helping of everything there was, the boys commented to tell about their day's adventures. They had an attentive audience; an audience that forgot to eat or say "Dear me suz!" or smoke. And it seemed as though they wanted to hear everything over at least three times. And the boys were willing to tell.
And Uncle Wiggily Longears was limping around on his crutch, striped red, white and blue like a barber pole, and saying: “Oh dear! Oh dear me! Oh hum suz dud.” “Why, whatever has happened?” asked Bully. “Is Sammie dead?” “Worse than that,” said Susie, wiping her eyes on her apron.
"Why, dear me suz!" said mom flutteringly. "School and college! Land sakes! You could both be ministers!" "NO!" cried the twins, savagely attacking elderberry pie and the cake. "Don't you think it!" "It's real respectable," said Pop Potter, winking at the boys when Mom Potter wasn't looking. "And think of all the church suppers durin' the course of the year!"
"Alfaretta!" cried Madam Sturtevant, "what does this mean?" Something of the girl's panic had seized her, also, though she tried to hide her own agitation by sternness. "My suz, Alfy Brown! What ails ye? You nigh knocked me down, slammin' the door right in my face, that way!" exclaimed Susanna, who had, fortunately, stepped within before this strange thing had happened.
Now, if I hear a potato bug whistle a tune on a cornstalk fiddle, I'm going to tell you next about Buddy and Brighteyes going in bathing. "Oh, dear!" exclaimed Buddy Pigg one day. "Oh, dear! Oh, dear me suz dud!" "Why, Buddy, dear, whatever in the world is the matter?" asked his mamma, and Brighteyes, who was mending some stockings, looked up at her brother in much surprise.
Between strides the widow managed to interject a few explanatory sentences. "I got the wash off the line." Pause. "An' I got oneasy." Another pause. Resuming: "I felt druv to go out there, alone even, an' see. What you said about starvin' him worked on me, dreadful. I took a basket o' victuals. Bad as he is Oh, my suz!" "Walk slower, Susanna. We shall be overdone if we keep this pace.
'Oh, dear me, suz, what does ail you? she said, one day, with a stamp of her foot, after she had tried in vain to make Maude see through a simple sum in long division. 'Can't you remember first to divide, second multiply, third subtract, and fourth bring down? 'No, I can't. I can't remember anything, and if I could, how do I know what to divide or what to bring down?
"That is the Count de Galvez," said my companion, "the son of the late Count Perez Galvez, the lucky proprietor of the bonanza in the mine of La Suz at Guanajuato." "But that bonanza has given out," said I. "No matter; this boy's inheritance is sometimes estimated at $9,000,000." A snug capital with which to begin the world!
The third week the "hour" dwindled perceptibly, and the fourth week it was scarcely thirty minutes long. "Come, dearie, don't forget your practice," Hester sometimes cautioned anxiously. "Oh, dear me suz!" Penelope would sigh, and Hester would watch her with puzzled eyes as she disconsolately pulled out the piano stool.
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