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You little know that these persons who are now appearing so much at home and who can snap out those bright, witty things like "I gotcher Steve," and "Well, see who's here?" without a moment's hesitation and without having to stop and think for the right word or the right phrase but have it right there on the tip of the tongue you little reck that they too passed through the same initiation which you now contemplate.
In fact, Carlie had been so busy that his forgetting to turn off the faucets in the bathroom is not at all surprising. No one had noticed his absence. That infectious pastime, "Gotcher bumpus", had broken out again, and the general dancing, which had been resumed upon the conclusion of "Les Papillons", was once more becoming demoralized.
He was unable to cast aside his outward truculence though it was but a relic. However, his voice was gentler, and Marjorie seemed satisfied. From the other rooms came the swinging music, shouts of "Gotcher bumpus!" sounds of stumbling, of scrambling, of running, of muffled concus signs and squeals of dismay. Penrod's followers were renewing the wild work, even in the absence of their chief.
He made a mock bow and a mock apology, being inspired to invent a jargon phrase. "Excuse me," he said, at the same time making vocal his own conception of a taunting laugh. "Excuse me, but I must 'a' got your bumpus!" Marjorie looked grieved and turned away with Maurice; but the boys in the doorway squealed with maniac laughter. "Gotcher bumpus! Gotcher bumpus!" they shrilled.
"I gotcher!" said the Flopper enthusiastically. "Why say, Doc, dat's de way I'd do meself swipe me, if I wouldn't!" "That's the way nearly everybody would do," said Madison, laughing. "There's at least a few similar kinks common to our noble race we're busy most of the time trying to fool ourselves one way or another. Well, that's about all.
I don't expect to make a silver-tongued orator out of you, Flopper, and perhaps not even a purist but I hope to eradicate a few minor touches of Bad Land vernacular from your vocabulary." "I've gotcher swipe me!" grinned the Flopper. "Me at school! Say, wouldn't that put a smile on de maps of de harness bulls, an' de dips, an' de lags doin' spaces up de river!"
"It looks like two domes bein' cracked 'stead o' one, an' all along o' that fool-kid!" Having said which, he lurched on beside Ravenslee, chewing voraciously. "How you goin' t' work it?" he enquired suddenly. "I don't know yet." "Hully Chee! You've sure gotcher nerve along.
I gotcher put it up to dem everytime." "Exactly," said Madison. "It's their move every minute make them feel that if they don't get what they're after it's their own fault that it's their own lack of faith that's to blame. And the longer they have to wait to see the Patriarch, the more they become impressed that faith is necessary, and oh, well, psychology is the greatest jollier of them all."
They dodged and ducked, and seized upon dancers as shields; they caromed from one couple into another, and even into the musicians of the orchestra. Boys who were dancing abandoned their partners and joined the marauders, shrieking, "Gotcher bumpus!"
The law was constantly violated, especially in the steam laundries of Portland. One night a factory inspector walked into the laundry of one Curt Muller, and found working there, long after closing time, one Mrs. Gotcher. The inspector promptly sent Mrs. Gotcher home and arrested Mr. Muller. The next day in court Mr. Muller was fined ten dollars.
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