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If Ras Beebe or Miss Blount or some others of the group of East Wellmouthians who guessed Galusha Bangs to be "a little teched in the head," had seen that gentleman walking toward home after his interview with Mr. Pulcifer in the latter's office if they had seen him on his way to Gould's Bluffs that day, they would have ceased guessing and professed certain knowledge.
Beebe just a little back, smiling and rubbing his hands, and in the little window where the shoes and rubbers and slippers were hanging was a big round face plastered up against the small panes of glass. "There's Ab'm, now," exclaimed his mother, proudly. "I guess when you see him you'll say there never was sech a boy.
When Beebe came from the river, where she had been bathing, she struck a light, and found that the mischief had been done with a large stone, about four inches long and two wide; but by whom or why it had been thrown we could not for some time conjecture. Beebe raised the neighborhood with her cries: "First my husband, then my mistress!
Galusha interrupted. "PLEASE don't do that," he said, nervously. "Hey? Do what?" "Ah slap my back. I'd rather you wouldn't, if you don't mind. And oh I should like to see a a cap or something." The last sentence was addressed to Mr. Beebe, who cleared his throat importantly. "Jest a minute, jest a minute," said Erastus. "Soon's I get through waitin' on these customers I'll 'tend to you.
"Pa, ain't you most through with Joel? Oh, why, here's Mr. Andrews!" exclaimed Mrs. Beebe. Then she came into the little shop and sat down, while Mr. Beebe and Joel got out the shoes that were to be tried on. "It's so nice that I can pass the time o' day with you, meanwhilst," she observed. But it didn't take very long to satisfy old Mr. Andrews.
We might have known the weather would break up soon; and now Lucy wants to go to Greece. I don't know what the world's coming to." "Mrs. Honeychurch," he said, "go to Greece she must. Come up to the house and let's talk it over. Do you, in the first place, mind her breaking with Vyse?" "Mr. Beebe, I'm thankful simply thankful." "So am I," said Freddy. "Good. Now come up to the house."
Beebe was just saying, "Now, if Joel was only here, we'd be all right," when the shop door opened suddenly, and into the little parlor ran Joel, very red in the face. "Now that's nice enough," cried Mrs. Beebe, getting out of her chair, her pink cap-ribbons all in a flutter, while old Mr. Beebe exclaimed, with a beaming face, "Well, I declare! ef I ain't glad to see you. Set right down by me."
"Dear, no doubt you're right as usual, but you are in no position to argue. Come, Lucy." They turned. "Oh, look don't look! Oh, poor Mr. Beebe! How unfortunate again " For Mr. Beebe was just crawling out of the pond, On whose surface garments of an intimate nature did float; while George, the world-weary George, shouted to Freddy that he had hooked a fish.
A few minutes later she proclaimed that Cap'n Jeth had just climbed aboard and that the autos were coming back. "See! See, Mr. Bangs!" she cried, pointing. "There's Cap'n Jeth, settin' between Marietta and 'Phelia Beebe. There's the three of 'em on the back seat. Cap'n Jeth's the one with the whiskers." At six o'clock Martha and her lodger walked over to the Hallett house.
Relieved of my curious and exacting visitors, I lay down and fell into a deep sleep, from which I was suddenly awakened, in the afternoon, by the cries of Beebe, who rushed into the chamber, her head bare, her fine muslin veil trampled under her feet, and her face dramatically expressive of terror and despair.
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