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I snapped out, with horse eyes. "Doesn't a good story revive the poetry of our actual lives?" He wiped the rim of his cap with a handkerchief of yellow silk enriched at one corner with needlework. "Um-hm!" I thought; "Charlotte Oliver, eh?"
The answer was prompt. "No, Cap'n Lote," replied Keeler. "You mean that? . . . Um-hm. . . . Well, sometimes seems as if I might have been. You see, Labe, when he first come I Well, I cal'late I was consider'ble prejudiced against him. Account of his father, you understand." "Sartin. Sure. I understand." "It took me a good while to get reconciled to the Portygee streak in him.
"My trunks are coming by express," began the boy. Captain Zelotes interrupted him. "Your trunks?" he repeated. "Got more'n one, have you?" "Why why, yes, there are three. Mr. Holden he is the headmaster, you know " "Eh? Headmaster? Oh, you mean the boss teacher up there at the school? Yes, yes. Um-hm." "Yes, sir. Mr. Holden says the trunks should get here in a few days." Mrs.
Then I was very dizzy all at once. The next thing I knew I was in the water." "Dizzy, hey? Seasick, may be." "I guess not. I'm a pretty good sailor. I'm inclined to think the cause was that empty stomach you mentioned." "Um-hm. You didn't have no supper. Still, you ate the noon afore." "Not much. Only a sandwich." "A sandwich! What did you have for breakfast?"
Fosdick is head of I don't know how many societies and clubs and things in New York; her name is in the paper almost every day, so another New York woman told me at Red Cross meetin' last summer. And Mr. Fosdick has been in politics, way up in politics." "Um-hm. Well, he's reformed lately, I understand, so we mustn't hold that against him." "Why, Zelotes, what DO you mean? How can you talk so?
Armstrong speak of having a brother, and he wondered vaguely why. However, he did not wonder long on this particular occasion. "Humph!" he grunted. "Well, let's see. I tell you: I'll be your step-uncle. That'll do, won't it? You've heard of step-fathers? Um-hm. Well, they ain't real fathers, and a step-uncle ain't a real uncle. Now you think that over and see if that won't fix it first-rate."
It was only eleven o'clock. "Up street?" I repeated. "I thought you were slated to wash windows this forenoon. I heard Dorinda give you your orders to that effect. You haven't finished washing them already?" "No," with a broad grin, "I ain't finished 'em. Fact is, I ain't begun 'em yet." "So! Does Dorinda know that you are going up street?" "Um-hm. She knows.
Dorinda noticed the result when I came down to breakfast. "Got your other suit on, ain't you," she observed. "Yes," said I. "Goin' anywheres special?" "No. Down to the boathouse, that's all." "Humph! I don't see what you put those blue pants on for. They're awful things to show water spots. Did you leave your brown ones upstairs? Um-hm. Well, I'll get at 'em some time to-day.
Is your reg'lar allowance too small? Remember, I don't know much about such things here in New York, and you must be frank and aboveboard and tell me if you have any complaints." "I have no complaints. My allowance is sufficient. It is the same that father used to give me, and it is all I need. But this is a matter outside my personal needs." "Um-hm.
I had listened to as much of this little domestic disagreement as I cared to hear. "Wait a minute," I said. "What is all this? Who has been here to see Mother?" Both answered at once. "That Colton girl," cried Lute. "That Mabel Colton," said Dorinda. "Miss Colton? She has been here? this afternoon." "Um-hm," Dorinda nodded emphatically. "She stayed in your ma's room 'most an hour."
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