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"Why, Primmie!" he exclaimed. Primmie waved both hands in frantic expostulation. "Sshh! shh! shh!" she breathed. "Don't say nothin'. I don't want her to hear you. PLEASE don't let her hear you, Mr. Bangs. And PLEASE come right downstairs again. I want to talk to you. I've GOT to talk with you."
Primmie Cash, who had stooped to pick up the dropped harmonica, fell on her knees beside it. Captain Jethro stamped and roared for silence. "Be still!" he shouted. "Stop! STOP! By the everlastin', I'll I'll Julia! Julia!" But Julia did not answer this time. Neither did Little Cherry Blossom.
The one about it bein' so and so and not much else? You know the one." Galusha obliged. "'A primrose by the river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more." "There!" said Primmie, triumphantly. "Do you hear that, Zach Bloomer? That's poetry, the real kind. And it's got my name in it, too." Zach shook his head. "You ain't a yellow primrose, Posy," he said.
Another person might have found little encouragement in this, but Primmie apparently found a good deal. "You'll see a way, I'll bet you you will, Mr. Bangs," she declared. "Anybody that's been through the kind of times you have, livin' along with critters that steal the shirt off your back, ain't goin' to let a blowed-up gas balloon like Raish Pulcifer stump you. My savin' soul, no!" Mr.
Martha, of course, presided at the supper table. Primmie did not sit down with the rest. She ate in the kitchen with the Cabot chauffeur. But she entered the dining room from time to time to bring in hot brown bread or beans or cookies, or to change the plates, and each time she did so she stared at Cousin Gussie with awe in her gaze.
Well, anyhow, his grandmother she had eight sisters and three brothers, so I had great-aunts thicker'n miskeeters in a swamp hole my savin' soul, yes! Well, anyhow, one of 'em, Aunt Lucifer 'twas " "PRIMMIE! WHAT was her name?" "Lucifer. Ma and us children always called her Aunt Lucy, though; she liked it better." "Heavens and earth! I should think she might.
Galusha could not help feeling a certain satisfaction in this whole-hearted declaration. It was pleasant to learn that he was liked and that his hostess considered him a nice man. "Thank you, Primmie," he said. "But what I meant was was Well, I pay what seems to me a ridiculously small sum for board and lodging. I begged to be allowed to pay more, but Miss Phipps wouldn't permit it.
These people took pains to congratulate young Howard and to whisper a hope to Lulie that her father's unreasonable opposition to the former might be lessened by the news of his advancement. Primmie, returning home with the sensation, was disappointed to find it no sensation at all. Lulie had told both Miss Phipps and Galusha shortly after Nelson told her.
And her financial stress must be very keen indeed to cause her to take such drastic action as the discharge of Primmie the faithful. "You'll make her keep me, won't you, Mr. Bangs?" pleaded Primmie, once more. Galusha rubbed his chin.
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.
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