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I can't, and Gertrude you must do it, yourself, Daniel. You MUST. Of Azuba and Gertie and everything. I rely on you. You WILL, won't you, Daniel?" "Sure I will. I'm skipper now, Serena. You ought to see how the hands jump when I give an order." It was true, too; the hands did "jump" at the captain's orders. He was skipper, for the time being. His wife's illness, Mr.
Azuba had been there two days longer, having been sent on ahead of the family to open the house and get it ready. Laban remained behind as caretaker of the Scarford mansion.
Then she became very grave and declared it a splendid thing and that she was delighted because Azuba had found her opportunity. She was entitled to that opportunity, as was every free woman, and certainly neither Gertrude or her mother, being "free women" themselves, must offer objection or permit mere household drudgery to interfere.
All I needed was a chance to be alone with him and explain what Gertie and I were up to." "Well, I'm glad you didn't have the chance. I wouldn't have missed that show for somethin'. It beat all my goin' to sea, that did. How you did holler!" He roared with laughter. Azuba watched him with growing impatience. "Got through actin' like a Bedlamite?" she inquired tartly, when he stopped for breath.
If I wasn't so fleshy I could do them myself, but I almost died hooking the others." "Why didn't you call Zuba? She'd have hooked 'em for you." "Azuba! Heavens and earth! She's worse than nobody; her fingers are all thumbs. Besides, she would talk me deaf, dumb and blind. She doesn't know her place at all; thinks she is one of the family, I suppose." "Well, she is, pretty nigh.
I'd risk her to hold up her end." "What do you think the B. Phelps Blacks would say if they saw Azuba trotting through the grand front hall with her kitchen apron on?" The mention of the name had an odd effect upon the captain. He straightened in his chair. "I don't care what they say," he declared. "I don't care what the Blacks would say, nor the Yellows nor the Blues either.
Dott and Gertie to want to advance and and so on, I cal'late 'tain't silly for me either. Perhaps you'd like to have me tell Serena that you said she was silly. Shall I?" Daniel did not answer, but his look was answer sufficient. Azuba smiled triumphantly. "Practical," she sneered. "No, Cap'n Daniel, I ain't been practical so far, but I'm goin' to be. I'm a-goin' to be. You watch me."
If she does not go then, we will put an 'egspert' in her and sink them both. What?" Altogether, it was a wonderful evening. The only fly in the ointment was Azuba, who appeared just as the visitors were at the door, to announce that "that foolhead of a grocer's boy" hadn't brought the things she ordered and what they was going to do for breakfast she didn't know.
Colonel Sprowle, who, you remember, was a Jordan, had nipped the Colonel's statement in the middle of the word Mr. Peckham finished, with a look that jerked him like one of those sharp twitches women keep giving a horse when they get a chance to drive one. Mr. and Mrs. Crane, Miss Ada Azuba, and Miss Mahala Crane made their entrance.
The next forenoon, as Azuba was blacking the stove, Gertrude entered the kitchen. "Good-morning, Azuba," she said. "Are you alone?" "Yes, yes, I'm alone." "Where is Hapgood?" "Land knows! Upstairs, lookin' out for that Hungerford man's clothes, I guess likely. He waits on that young critter as if he was the Prince of Wales. What did you think of it?" "Think? I thought Oh, Azuba!" "Yup.
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