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You see ah you see my cousin is is " "I know, he's sick, poor man, and shouldn't be disturbed. You're right, of course, Mr. Bangs. It was only that Cap'n Jeth had always been a good friend of father's and mine and I thought if Cabot, Bancroft and Cabot really were buyin' the stock perhaps they might like to buy his. But I can see why you wouldn't want to trouble Mr. Cabot again just now.
Marietta Hoag and Ophelia Beebe and their crowd of rattleheads have dug up a brand new medium who is visitin' over in Trumet and they've made up a party to go there and hold a seance. When they told Cap'n Jeth, of course nothin' would do but he must go, too. So, WHILE he is gone Nelson is comin' over to supper.
"I wonder what possessed Cap'n Jeth to go over to the cemetery in the mornin'. He almost always goes there Sunday afternoons his wife's buried there but he generally goes to church in the mornin'." Galusha remembered having heard the light keeper refer to the exchange of preachers. Miss Phipps nodded. "Oh, yes," she said, "that explains it, of course.
Old Cap'n Jeth Hallett must be getting cracked as one of them antique plates. He wasn't sure that the selectmen hadn't ought to stop the thing, a lot of ninnies sitting in a round circle holding hands and pretending to get spirit messages. Huh! Just let 'em get a message that proved something, that meant something to somebody, and he'd believe, too, he'd be glad to believe.
He must be worth twenty or thirty thousand dollars, Cap'n Jeth Hallett is." She spoke as if these were enormous sums. Galusha, to whom all sums sums of money, that is were more or less alike, nodded gravely. "His wife's death broke Jethro dreadfully," continued Martha. "For six months or so he hardly spoke to anybody except Lulie.
"Julia sayee 'Jethro, you sell R. P. what you got. Sellee him what you got, what he want buyee. You know. You sellee R. P. the stock." But still it was clear that Captain Jeth did not understand. "Sell R. P.?" he repeated. "R. P. Who's R. P.? And what... Eh? Do you mean " He paused. When he next spoke his tone was quite different. There was a deeper note in it, almost a note of menace.
I've got four hundred shares of that stock I'd like to sell fust-rate fust-rate I would." She had not entirely forgiven him for his intrusion in her affairs and his manner of the moment before. She could not resist giving him a dig. "Cap'n Jeth," she said, "I don't see why you need to worry.
"But you spoke of your business experience with Cap'n Jeth; or I thought you did." The little archaeologist looked very solemn. "Such experiences as I have had with Captain Hallett," he observed, "have been ah most unbusinesslike." They parted a few minutes later. Said Nelson, gloomily: "I'm afraid the situation hasn't changed a whole lot, after all, Mr. Bangs.
Who'th got a friend to kill 'im? Me! Who'th got a fire to cook 'im? Me! Now you git up and we'll kitch 'im. Ef you thay another word about your egg I'll jeth eat 'im up all mythelf." Jericho Bob was conquered. With mutual understanding they approached the turkey. "Come yere; come yere," Julius Cæsar said, coaxingly. For a moment the bird gazed at both, uncertain what to do.
A hand crank to make the fourth highest-power foghorn on the coast blow! I lost my patience. 'No ma'am, says I, 'a crank ain't necessary. I just put my mouth to the touch-hole, I says, 'and breathe natural and she chirrups. She believed it, too. I cal'late I'll catch thunder from Cap'n Jeth if he finds out what I told her, but I can't help it; there's limits, by Godfreys domino, limits!"
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