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Updated: May 16, 2025
He was hastening toward the dining room door, but Primmie, dancing up and down like a jumping jack, barred his way. "No, no, no," she squealed, "you can't you can't. They're almost to the door now. He'll catch you sure. He WILL. Oh, my Lord of Isrul!" Sure enough, the latch of the door leading from the side porch to the dining room was rattling at that moment.
Primmie saw the spots and squealed. "Lord of Isrul!" she cried, "he's all broke out with it, whatever 'tis! Shall I shall I 'phone for the doctor, Miss Martha?" "Be still, Primmie. Come in, Mr. Bangs." "Why, yes, thank you. I ah WAS coming in," began Galusha, mildly. "You mustn't talk. Sit right down here on the lounge. Primmie, get that rum bottle. Don't talk, Mr. Bangs."
Captain Jethro, trying to fall asleep on the couch in the dining room, turned over in disgust and raised himself upon an elbow preparatory to shouting an order for silence. But Primmie's next speech caught his attention and the order was not given. "Dreamed!" retorted the indignant young woman. "Are you tryin' to tell me I only dreamed about that money, Zacheus Bloomer? Huh! My Lord of Isrul!
WHAT possessed anybody to name a child Lucifer? And a girl-child at that!" "Does sound kind of funny, don't it? Folks 'most always used to laugh when they heard what her name was. That is, fust along they did; but they never laughed but once when she was around. Talk about makin' anybody mad! And temper my Lord of Isrul!
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