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"Well, if we didn't know it then, we learned it right away. Nothin' that me or Simeon could say would make him change the course a point. So Phinney went up to the Golconda House and got our bags, and at half-past four that afternoon the three of us was in a hired hack bound uptown. "On the way Sam was full of fun as ever.
Miss Phinney said the other day she had heard that that man was going to give his daughter a beautiful present. She was very enthusiastic about his generosity and self-sacrifice. I asked who told her and she said Mr. Simpson." "Oh! Tad? Is that so!" The captain looked at her. "Yes.
He thought he was speaking the truth, but next morning, before work began, Captain Berry appeared. He had had breakfast and strolled around to the scene of operations. "Well," asked Phinney, "how'd it seem to sleep on wheels?" "Tiptop," replied the depot master. "Like it fust rate. S'pose my next berth will be somewheres up there, won't it?"
"I guess it's so," replied Stitt, pulling up a chair, "though I don't know what you was talkin' about. However, it's a pretty average safe bet that what you say is so, Sol, 'most any time. What's the special 'so, this time?" "We was talkin' about Mr. Williams," began Phinney. "The Grand Panjandrum of East Harniss," broke in the depot master.
Phinney himself was beginning to understand a little. The very day on which Williams and his foreman had called on the depot master and been dismissed so unceremoniously, that official paid a short visit to his mover. "Sim," he said, the twinkle still in his eye, "his Majesty, Williams the Conqueror, was in to see me just now and acted real peevish. He was pretty disrespectful to you, too.
Wingate, as he and Phinney shook hands. "I'm late already. Bailey'll think I ain't comin'. Good-by, boys. See you this afternoon, maybe." "Yes, do," cried Berry, as his guest hurried down to the gate. "I want to hear about those automobiles over your way. You ain't bought one, have you, Barzilla?" Wingate grinned over his shoulder. "No," he called, "I ain't. But other folks you know have.
"I I TOLD her I'd rake it myself soon's I got time," he sputtered. "Um. Well, I s'pose she realized your time was precious. Evenin', Sim, glad to see you." He held out his hand and Phinney grasped it. "Issy," said Captain Sol, "you'd better get busy with the broom, hadn't you. It's standin' over in that corner and I wouldn't wonder if it needed exercise.
I, who had begun I am ashamed to tell you how many stories yes, and had finished them and seen them in print as well was stumped at the very beginning of this one. Like Sim Phinney I had worked at my job "a long spell" and "cal'lated" I knew it, but here was something I didn't know. As Sim said, when he faced his problem, "I couldn't seem to get steerage way on her."
I only wished I were a man and could have done it myself." She left the room, and, a few moments later, the house. Mr. Tidditt chuckled aloud. Even Bailey dared to look pleased. "There!" sneered the widow Tripp. "Ain't that Perhaps you remember that Cap'n Whittaker got her the teacher's place?" "Yes," put in Miss Phinney, "and nobody knows WHY he got it for her.
"Their price their actual price may be no lower; but considering their up-to-date outfit and er progressive methods, they're cheaper. Yes. Morning, Phinney." He turned on his heel and walked off. Mr. Phinney, crestfallen and angrier than ever, moved on to where the depot master stood waiting for him. Captain Sol smiled grimly. "You don't look merry as a Christmas tree, Sim," he observed.
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