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It was Primmie's voice and as she was sitting next Zach Bloomer, who was next Galusha Bangs, the unexpectedness of it made the latter jump. Miss Phipps, next in line on Galusha's left, jumped likewise. "Primmie," she said, sharply, "don't be silly." "But I CAN, Miss Martha. You know I can. Zach knows it, too. You've heard me, ain't you, Zach? Ain't you? Ain't you?" Thus urged, Mr.
"He's assistant keeper over to the lighthouse," explained Primmie. As before, Zach paid no heed. "I don't know as I'd go so far as to call myself that," he said. "When I went to school the teacher told us one time about an old critter who lived in a in a tub, seem's if 'twas. HE was one of them philosophers, wan't he?" "Yes. Diogenes." "That's the cuss.
Zach Zacheus Bloomer, I mean over to the lighthouse, you know " "There, there! Know? Of course I know Zach Bloomer, I should think I might. Don't be any sillier than the Lord made you, Primmie. It isn't necessary." "Well well, you see, Miss Martha, Zach he was over here one time a spell ago and and Well, we got to to kind of arguin' with one another er er arguin', you know." "Yes, I know.
Oh, nothin', nothin, Primmie, really. Er quite so yes. And then he'd go to sleep again, as you might say. But he don't do so now; my savin' soul, no! This mornin' when I says, 'What you thinkin' about, Mr. Bangs? he says, 'Nothin', nothin', Primmie, same as usual; but then he says, 'DON'T look at me like that, Primmie. I wasn't thinkin' of anything, I assure you.
How could that lightship help pitchin', I'd like to know?" Mr. Bloomer adjusted the tin cover on the can in which Martha had put the coffee, then he put the can in the pocket of his slicker. "We-ll, I tell you, Primmie," he drawled. "You see, we had pretty toler'ble long anchor chains on that craft and when the captain see how 'twas blowin' he let them chains out full length.
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."
Galusha, after waiting a moment, sat down also. Primmie seemed to be wrestling with a mental problem, but characteristically she could not wrestle in silence. "What was it I wanted to ask you, Mr. Bangs?" she said. "I snum I can't think! Zach, what was it I wanted to ask Mr. Bangs?" Mr. Bloomer paid not the slightest attention to the question. His sad blue eye was fixed upon vacancy.
"Heavens and earth, doctor!" she exclaimed, "what DO you think I am? I'm forty-one years old next August and I weigh Well, I won't tell you what I weigh, but I blush every time I see the scales. If you think I'm afraid of a little, meek creature like the one in the sittin' room you never made a bigger mistake. And there's Primmie to help me, in case I need help, which I shan't.
Bloomer answered, "I've heard you," he said. And added, fervently and under his breath, "Godfreys!" "Primmie," began Martha, again, but Captain Jethro broke in. "Quiet, Martha Phipps," he ordered. "Stop your talkin', all hands. Marietta, do you cal'late you could get under way with mouth organ music?" "Why why, I don't know. Maybe I could if if it played church tunes."
You're always talkin' about mummies. A mummy is a a kind of an image, ain't it? I've seen pictures of 'em in them printed report things you get from that Washin'ton place. An image with funny scrabblin' and pictures, kind of, all over it. That's a mummy, ain't it, Mr. Bangs?" "Why, not exactly, Primmie. A mummy is " He proceeded to tell her much concerning mummies.
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