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She drew a long breath. "My Lord of Isrul!" she exclaimed, fervently, "I never heard anybody string talk along the way you can in all my born days, Mr. Bangs. I bet you've said as many as seven words already that I never heard afore, never heard ary one of 'em, I ain't. Education's wonderful, ain't it?
"You bet you it's right for one of us, Miss Martha," she declared. "And you ain't the one, neither. My Lord of Isrul, if I don't feel some better'n I did when I come into this room! Whew! My savin' soul! Zach Bloomer he says to me this mornin'. 'What's the matter, Posy? he says. 'Seems to me you look sort of wilted lately.
And when I see that 'Cabot, What-d'ye-call-it and Cabot' name printed out right on the envelope and it come over me that 'twas THAT letter he'd forgot and had been totin' 'round with him, 'WELL, says I. 'My Lord of Isrul! I says " "Primmie! Primmie, stop! Stop please! And tell me: Where are those letters?" "Hey? I was goin' to tell you.
"Now I know better.... My savin' soul, how you do talk, Zach Bloomer!... And I says to her, says I, 'Miss Martha, I says.... My Lord of Isrul!..." These were some of the "Primmieisms" which came up the staircase. Galusha rose to close his door but before he could accomplish this feat his own name was called. "Mr. Bangs!" screamed Primmie. "Mr. Bangs, be you layin' down?
I found it myself at Saqqarah, in a tomb. It is a scarab of the Vth Dynasty." "Hey? Die what?" "The Vth Dynasty; that is the way we classify Egyptian ah relics, by dynasties, you know. The Vth Dynasty was about six thousand years ago." Primmie sat down upon the chair she had been dusting. "Hey?" she exclaimed. "My Lord of Isrul! Is that bug thing there six thousand year old?" "Yes."
The word shot from beneath his teeth and, judging by the effect, might have hit almost every individual in the room. There was absolute silence for just the briefest instant; then a chorus of faint screams, exclamations, startled and indignant protests. Above them all Primmie's call upon her Lord of Isrul sounded plainly. Captain Jethro paid no heed. "You liar!" he roared again.
She was staring at him, her face expressing the utmost horror. "Why, dear me, Primmie, what is it?" he begged. Primmie gasped again. "And you set there," she said, slowly, "and tell me that you hauled that poor critter that had been buried six thousand years out of of My Lord of Isrul! Don't talk no more to me now, Mr. Bangs. I sha'n't sleep none THIS night!"
Bangs would have described it, bounced in. "Yes'm I mean yes, sir," was her salutation. "Here I be.... Oh, my savin' soul of Isrul!" She had seen the mound of money upon the table. Two minutes later Martha and her lodger were again alone in the sitting room. Primmie had been, gently but firmly, escorted to outer darkness and the door closed behind her.
She opened a door. "Here you be," she said, tartly. "And I hope you'll sleep 'cause I'm precious sure I sha'n't. All I'll see from now till mornin' is Cap'n Jeth gettin' ready to lam that Marietta Hoag one over the top of the head. My Lord of Isrul! Don't talk to ME!" Cabot regarded her with interest. "What is YOUR name?" he inquired. "Primrose Cash." "Eh? Primrose?" "Um-hm.
"No, it can't be," she declared. "The seance was to be away over in Trumet and it is sure to last hours. They couldn't have gone as far as that and " She was interrupted. From the dining room came the sound of rushing feet. Primmie burst into the room. She was wildly excited. "My Lord of Isrul, Miss Martha!" she cried. "It's them come back. It is, it is, it is!" "Who?
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