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"Yes yes, indeed. Don't take me long to eat not at my boardin' house. A feller'd have to have paralysis to make eatin' one of Lindy Dadgett's meals take more'n a half hour. Um-hm yes." Despite his preoccupation, Captain Zelotes could not help smiling. "To make it take an hour he'd have to be ossified, wouldn't he, like the feller in the circus sideshow?" he observed. Laban nodded.
"I don't think there is any danger, and there wouldn't be any danger for me not for the girls, sure," she said; but he persisted. "Don't you say a word to your mother to scare her," he whispered. But they had not been gone long before Fanny followed them, Mrs. Zelotes watching her furtively from a window as she went by.
Lloyd was no coward, but he would have confided to no man his sensations had he sat behind those furnaces of fiery motion with other hands than his own upon the lines. "I should think Mis' Lloyd would be afraid to ride with such horses," said Mrs. Zelotes, as they leaped aside in passing; then she bowed and smiled with eager pleasure, and yet with perfect self-respect.
After breakfast Captain Zelotes had gone, as usual, directly to the office. His grandson, however, had not accompanied him. "What are you cal'latin' to do this mornin', Al?" inquired the captain. "Oh, I don't know exactly, Grandfather. I'm going to look about the place a bit, write a letter to my publishers, and take a walk, I think. You will probably see me at the office pretty soon.
Captain Zelotes also rose. "Don't hurry, don't hurry," he begged. "Sorry, but I must. I want to be back in New York tomorrow morning." "But you can't, can you? To do that you'll have to get up to Boston or Fall River, and the afternoon train's gone. You'd better stay and have supper along with my wife and me, stay at our house over night, and take the early train after breakfast to-morrow."
Twice Captain Zelotes went out and then, just as Albert settled back for a rest and breathing spell, Issachar Price appeared, warned apparently by some sort of devilish intuition, and invented "checking up stock" and similar menial and tiresome tasks to keep him uncomfortable till the captain returned.
"I can manage my own daughter, Grandma Brewster," said she, "and I'll thank you to attend to your own affairs." "You don't seem to know enough to manage her," retorted Mrs. Zelotes, "if you let her go traipsin' round with that Joy boy." The warfare waged high for a time. Andrew withdrew to the kitchen.
I should have written sooner, but have been engaged with matters pertaining to Mr. Speranza's estate and personal debts. The latter seem to be large " "I'LL bet you!" observed Captain Zelotes, sententiously, interrupting his wife's reading by pointing to this sentence with a big forefinger. "'And the estate's affairs much tangled," went on Olive, reading aloud.
Any more might sink her. See here, young feller " Captain Zelotes dropped his quiet sarcasm and spoke sharp and brisk: "See here," he said, "do you realize that this sheet of paper I've got here is what stands for a day's work done by you yesterday?
"Yes, I 'ain't a doubt of it." "He did act as if he couldn't take his eyes off her at the exhibition," agreed Mrs. Zelotes, reflectively; "mebbe you're right." "I know I'm right just as well as if I'd seen it." "Well, mebbe you are. What does Andrew say?" "Oh, he wishes he was the one to do it." "Of course he does he's a Brewster," said his mother.
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