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Budlong for dragging into the limelight some obscure cousins of her husband's who had drifted into Carthage to borrow money on their farm. Mrs. Stubblebine was always bragging about her people, her own people that is. Her husband's people, of course, were after all only Stubblebines, while her maiden name was Dilatush; and the Dilatushes, as everybody knew, were related by marriage to the Tatums.
Budlong spent two weeks' hard labor painting Easter lilies on an umbrella jug. When it came home from the furnace, her husband stared at it and mumbled: "It's artistic, but what is it?" Little Ulysses shrieked: "Oh, I know!" and darting away, returned with his physiology opened at one of those gastric sunsets, and well, it was this that impelled Mrs.
Simcoe's face did not change; nobody moved except Alfred Dinks, who changed the position of his legs, and thought within himself "By Jove!" "Second. I give to Almira Dinks, the daughter of my brother Jonathan Burt, and the wife of Budlong Dinks, of Boston, the sum of five thousand dollars." The voice of Mr. Dinks faltered. His wife half rose and sat down again her face of a dark mahogany color.
She could only think of the morrow when all of these donors found that reciprocity had gone down to defeat. The Budlongs avoided each other's eyes. They were thinking the same thing. The strain endured till it tested their metal to the breaking point. When three enormous packages were brought to the door by the Detwillers' hired man, Mrs. Budlong broke out hysterically: "I just can't stand it."
Budlong presents; not that they loved Mrs. Budlong more, but that they loved comparisons less. The rivalry had grown to ridiculous proportions. But of course Mrs.
Budlong in a tone of decision as he clung to the window frame, "I shall hire a machine and go out the rest of you can do as you like." If there was dissatisfaction inside the coach it was nothing at all compared to the excitement on the box as the horses galloped down the railroad track.
"I wish I was in such favour," Mrs. Budlong declared, enviously. "Never mind, Honey Dumplin'," said Mr. Budlong, "I shall go out after supper and catch your breakfast." "You ought to get a boatload," Hicks added quickly, "if you find the right place." "I saw them jumping by the million where I was walking before supper." Mr. Appel volunteered to conduct Mr.
Budlong, who had come in to lay his grievance before Mr. Cone, interrupted: "For two mornings Mrs. Budlong and myself have been awakened by the man with the vacuum cleaner who has wanted to work in our room before we were out of it. I should judge," he said, acidly, "that you recruit your servants from the Home for the Feeble-minded, and, personally, I am sick of it!"
The affair Detwiller had turned out badly, but Mr. Budlong would not yield to one defeat. He watched eagerly for the next misdemeanor of his young hopeless. He relied on him to embroil, as it were, all Europe in an international conflict. But the dove of peace seemed to have alighted on Ulysses' shoulder.
All over Carthage on Christmas afternoons couples were similarly at loggerheads over Mrs. Budlong's annual triumph. Now of course Mrs. Budlong did not get all those presents without giving presents. Not in Carthage! It might have been possible to bamboozle these people one Christmas, but never another. Mrs. Budlong gave heaps of presents.
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