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"Why, yes," replied Miss Phipps, "he lives here. He's right here now. Won't you step in?" The man who had asked the question accepted the invitation and entered the dining room. He was a big, broad-shouldered man in a raccoon motor coat. He took off a cap which matched the coat and looked about the room. Then he saw Galusha. "Why, hello, Loosh!" he said.
Have you thought to get that dictionary from Lulie yet?" "Oh, now, ma'am, I snum if I didn't forget it. I'll go right over this minute." "No, you won't. I'll go myself after dinner." That Sunday dinner was a bountiful repast and Galusha ate more than he had eaten in three meals at his mountain hotel.
She hung the fur coat upon the rack and hastened back through the dining room and out into the kitchen. Cabot took a chair and turned toward Galusha. "She is a capable woman," he observed, with a jerk of his head toward the kitchen door. "She has certainly taken good care of you. You look better than when I saw you last and that was Good Lord, how long ago was it?"
At noon an unexpected event, the first of several, occurred; Zacheus, bringing the mail from the post office, brought a large and heavy letter addressed to Galusha Bangs, Esq., and stamped in the upper left-hand corner with the name of the National Institute of Washington. Galusha opened it in his room alone. It was the "plan," the long-ago announced and long-expected plan in all its details.
These people took pains to congratulate young Howard and to whisper a hope to Lulie that her father's unreasonable opposition to the former might be lessened by the news of his advancement. Primmie, returning home with the sensation, was disappointed to find it no sensation at all. Lulie had told both Miss Phipps and Galusha shortly after Nelson told her.
Galusha Bangs saw most of this in detail upon subsequent visits. Just now he looked first for his hat. He saw it. Below, upon the sand of the beach, a round object bounced and rolled. As he gazed a gust whirled along the shore and pitched the brown object into the sparkling waters of the little harbor. It splashed, floated and then sailed jauntily out upon the tide.
Another and more practical person would have called the Boston bankers by telephone, but Galusha did not think of that. Martha offered no suggestions; her advice was to wait. "I don't think we ought to hurry your cousin, Mr. Bangs," she said. "He's probably lookin' into things, and he'll write when the time comes." Galusha devoutly wished the time would come soon.
Buckley's help had not been solicited, but was volunteered, and, as a matter of fact, its effect was the reverse of that which the lady intended. Nevertheless, had it not been for Mrs. Buckley it is doubtful if Galusha would have started for Wellmouth.
Then he looked up and nodded recognition. "Oh!" he observed. "Yes, of course. Ah How do you do?" Cabot was looking him straight in the face. "Loosh," he asked, sharply. "What is it? What is the matter?" Galusha passed his hand across his forehead. "Oh, nothing, nothing," he answered. "Nonsense! You look as if Well, you can't tell me nothing is wrong. ISN'T there something wrong?"
It was the only thing he could do for his country, the only thing that country would permit him to do, but he tried to do that well. Then the Hindenburg line was broken, the armistice was signed and the civilized world rejoiced. But Galusha Bangs did not rejoice, for his health had broken, like the enemy's resistance, and the doctors told him that he was to go away at once.
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