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On our way home night before last Hep and I dropped into the Saint Astormore for a cocktail, and at a table near us sat Pop Goober and something else which afterwards turned out to be a Prussian nobleman the Count Cheese von Cheese. When Hep got a flash of these two his goat kicked down the door of its box-stall and began cavorting all over the Western Hemisphere.
She's gone up so high, and she's such a wonderful girl, that all the men in Christendom are hiking after her. And some of 'em.... Well, Molly says it isn't good form to wallop a man over here. Why, she went on her lonesome to India and Japan, with nobody but her maid; and never put us hep until she landed in Bombay. The men out that way aren't the best. East of Suez, you know.
"Mich the same as us'al, thank ye," replied Miss Hep. with a starched air. "Get out o' the road, Alice," addressing an adventurous pullet. "Thou'rt allus runnin' under a body's feet. Chuck! chuck! chuck! Coom G'arge, coom Adylaide, coom Maud! Now then, Alexandra! Chuck! chuck! coom lovies! That theer vicious Frederick has been a-chivying of you till you're freetened to death, you are."
"We says one thing an' we reckon we'se do it, an' when th' time cooms it's impossible." A blank silence fell upon the company, broken presently by Joe. "Why," he said, "thou doesn't mean thou'rt goin' to carry out this here business?" Ted nodded, seriously and regretfully. There was a general shout. "Thou'rt never goin' to wed owd Marg'ret Hep.?"
This is Margaret Hep.'s gander, says Joe no, I think he said, 'Miss Heptonstall's gander. Didn't thou, Joe? Joe's allus so respectful and civil-spoke, pertic'larly when it's a lady as he's a-talking about." Joe grinned and began to look jocular too. His friend's last assertion pleased him better than the wild flights of a little time before. "That's it," said Joe. "Ho, ho! Reet!"
Ted re-entered the house, scraping his feet carefully this time, and looking at Margaret with increased respect as she bustled about. The kettle already sung merrily on the hob, a plateful of most inviting buttered toast was keeping warm within the fender, and Miss Hep. was in the act of placing on the table a smoking dish of nicely-browned sausages. "I made 'em mysel'," she explained briefly.
"'Cut it! Cut it! says Butsy, spreadin' out his hoss paper. 'Act like you has some sense, 'n' I puts you hep to a hot scheme I gets out of this paper us three can pull it off to a finish! "'I don't want in on no scheme with that lantern snatcher! says Peewee then to me. "'If you don't age some, I says to Peewee, 'nursie'll come around here, 'n' put a nice fresh panty-waist on you!
Ann was startled. "What do you mean?" "The word 'all," said Jimmy, "is slang for 'everything. You see in me a confidant. In a word, I am hep." "You know ?" "Everything. A colloquialism," explained Jimmy, "for 'all. About Ogden, you know. The scheme. The plot. The enterprise." Ann found nothing to say. "I am thoroughly in favour of the plan.
Does you s'pects I dar stay roun' whar Perkins am? He kill me. He done gone way to-night." "How you know dat?" "One de fiel'-hans tole me." "Chunk, ef you up ter shines en doan tole me I done wid you. Hasn't I hep you out'n in eberyting so fur? Ef I fin' out you been skeerin me so wid eny doin's I des done wid you. I des feel hit in my bones you de spook. You kyant bamboozle me.
"But 'Dolph will show you," she added upon a sudden happy thought, and kneeling, stretched out an arm horizontally. "Hep, 'Dolph!" The dog, with a bark of intelligence, sprang across her arm, turned on his hind legs, and sprang back again. She crooked her arm so that the tips of her fingers touched her hip, and with another bark he leapt between arm and body as through a hoop.
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