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Wear your rubbers and your thick jacket. After runnin' all the way down there for your legs never seem to be rigged for walkin' like other girls' you'll set down on some damp stone or other and ketch your death o' cold, an' your Aunt Jane n' I'll be kep' up nights nursin' you and luggin' your meals upstairs to you on a waiter."
I was paddlin' down the creek, bound for nowhere special, when along comes a sporty-dressed young gent, wearin' puttee leggin's and a leather cap with goggles attached. He's luggin' a five-gallon can of gasoline, and strikes me for a lift down the shore a bit. "Keepin' your car in the Sound, are you?" says I, shovin' in towards the bank. "It's an aërohydro," says he. "Eh?" says I. "A a which?"
"It's further." "That's a lie! It ain't. And don't lie to me, or I'll kill you!" "Who are you?" she heard herself asking. "And why are you acting this way with me?" The man leaned suddenly forward. "You mean to tell me you don't know?" "A lumberjack, maybe, who's lost his way like myself?" His expression changed abruptly. "What you luggin' this for?" He indicated the revolver. "For protection."
It would go in all right if you had started it the other way." "Oh, yes! It would have been all right. You love to see me, Samantha, with a stove in my arms. You love it dearly. I believe you would be perfectly happy if you could see me a luggin' round stoves every day.
Suppose, now, you'd been tipped off that if you dug under a certain bush in a certain back yard you'd find well, something worth luggin' away? Ah, never mind shakin' your head! This is only supposin'. And we'll say the neighbors were wise; they'd watched you go out with your spade and lantern. And after you'd near broke your back diggin' you found you'd been buffaloed. Are you followin' me?"
"That is a woman's idee," sez he, "rip up a breadth of carpet every time you want a little air, keep a man down on his knee jints the hull of the time tackin' down carpets and ontackin' 'em. Nothin' ever made a woman so happy as to see a man down on his marrer bones tackin' down a carpet, unless it is seein' him takin' it up and luggin' it outdoors, histin' it up on a line and beatin' it.
She wrote "Happy" on one piece of paper an' "Hawkins" on the other, put her hat in the pony's mouth, she had taught him a lot o' tricks, an' I had to turn my back while she dropped in the names. My luck was good, so I drawed "Happy," an' the pony was called "Hawkins." I was feared I might have to go back to John, an' John's a sort of a heavy baggage for a careless cuss to be luggin' around.
"You see, she always agrees with everything Auntie says, and very few can do that. Well, here comes Professor Leonidas Barr, too. You might know Auntie would want him along." "What's he luggin' his hat in for?" says I. "Don't he trust Helma?" "It's because he's afraid he'll walk out without it," says Vee. "But he'll do that, anyway.
I've had all the gov'ment jobs I want. Life-savin' service was bad enough, trampin' the condemned beach in a howlin' no'theaster, with the sand cuttin' furrers in your face, and the icicles on your mustache so heavy you got round-shouldered luggin' 'em. But when your tramp was over, you had somebody to talk to. Here, by godfreys! there ain't nothin' nor nobody.
Think of nateral gas for us fellows, and cute little stoves and grates; where you can jest turn it on and off with a thumbscrew. No wood splittin' and sawin', no luggin' baskets of coal, no dust, no smoke, no charges. My! Bill, it's 'most too good to b'lieve." "Look out we don't crow too soon, Nate. It's less'n a month sense we've had it that way, and you don't know; they may tuck it onto us "
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