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But I'm here, anyhow, and that's somethin'. My! it's good to see you. You look as natural as life. Set down and let's look at you." The housekeeper sat down; she appeared glad of the opportunity. Her husband faced her, grinning broadly. "Just as handsome as ever; hey, old lady," he observed. "And look at the duds! Say, you're rigged up fine, from truck to keelson, ain't you, Zuby!

"So you've been ashore a week and your wife doesn't know it? Why didn't you write to her from Philadelphia?" "Oh, I don't know. Zuby and me's got an understandin' about that, and other things. There's nothin' like havin' a clear understandin' to make married folks get along together. We write letters, of course, but we don't write very often.

Hungerford, paralyzed with astonishment and dizzy from the slap, had moved, injudiciously. Laban heard him. "Hey?" he bellowed. "Ah! I've got him. Stand still, dum you! I've got him, Zuby. Who is he? What did he do?" "I I don't know who he is," panted the frightened housekeeper. "He he kissed me." "KISSED you! YOU? Why "

"Well, A'nt Zuby might come," suggested Jerry, "but I should hate to have her nuss me, and as for bein' WELL in a house where she was whew!" "A'nt Zuby!" sneered his messmate. "If Lorenzo had a fit and they called A'nt Zuby he'd have another one and die. A'nt Zuby! I'd 'bout as soon have M'lissy and be done with it." "Yes, I don't doubt YOU WOULD," was the anything but gentle retort.

"'Tain't your funeral, is it? You ain't supposed to boss the galley. That's the cook's business, not the skipper's." But Daniel carefully removed the kettle to a place of safety. "It's my business to-night," he said. "I'm gettin' my own supper." Mr. Ginn straightened in his chair. "You be?" he exclaimed. "You BE? What for? Ain't there no women folks in the house? Ain't Zuby why, you said "

"Oh, nothin'. It's all right, Cap'n Dott. Don't you worry about Zuby and me. We'll boss this end of the craft; you 'tend to the rest of it. Say, that Hungerford swab ain't come back, has he?" "No. No, he hasn't. He's gone for good, it looks like. Sent for his trunk and gone. That's queer, too. No, he hasn't come back." Laban seemed disappointed. "Well, all right," he said.

"I've got an an errand to do outside, myself. I'll eat at a restaurant or somewhere. You'll stay here to-night, of course. I'll see you in the mornin'. Good-night! Good-night, Zuby!" Azuba did not reply. Laban shouted protests. What was the sense of going just when supper was being made ready at last? Daniel, however, did not stay to listen.

I always wanted to go somewhere's besides Trumet, and now I'm goin'. I always told Labe, my husband, that if there was one thing I was jealous of him about 'twas travelin'. 'You go from Dan to Beersheby, I says to him, 'any time you want to. 'Yes, says he this was the last time he was to home, three years ago 'Yes, he says, 'and when I don't want to, too. 'And I, I says, 'I have to say stuck here in Trumet like a post in a rail fence. 'You look more like the rail, Zuby, he says he's always pokin' fun 'cause I ain't fleshy.

"Why!" she exclaimed; "who oh, my soul! "Hello, Zuby!" roared her husband, rising to greet her. "How be you, old gal?" Before she could speak or move he seized her in his arms, squeezed her to him, and pressed a kiss like the report of a fire-cracker upon her cheek. "How be you, Zuby?" he repeated. "Oh, Labe!" gasped Azuba. "Labe!" "I'm Labe, all right.

Zuby Zuby Jane Ginn racin' to lodges and tellin' you YOU to cook your own meals! Go on! You're loony." "Maybe I am, Labe, but it's so." "It's so? And you let it be so? I don't believe it. What do you mean? How long has it been so?" Captain Dan proceeded to tell of his housekeeper's conversion to progress and advancement.