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There's a a bug on it, ain't there?" "Why ah yes, Primmie. That charm is a very old scarab." "Hey? A what? I told Miss Martha it looked for all the world like a pertater bug." Galusha smiled. He held out the charm for her inspection. "I have had that for a long time," he said. "It is a ah souvenir of my first Egyptian expedition. The scarab is a rather rare example.
I wouldn't for the world have you think that I am unduly curious concerning her personal affairs. If there is any trait which I ah detest above others it is that of unwarranted curiosity concerning the ah private affairs of one's acquaintances. I... Why do you look at me like that? Were you about to speak?" Primmie was staring at him in what seemed to be awe-stricken admiration.
Martha, whose gaze had been fixed upon her lodger with an intentness which indicated at least the dawning of a suspicion, turned to look in the same direction. Galusha, left poised upon the very apex of the explosion, awaited the moment when the fragments, of which he was one, should begin to fall. But they did not fall then. Primmie gave them no opportunity to do so.
I'm just kind of loony, I guess. Please excuse me, Mr. Bangs." "Yes, yes, Primmie, of course of course. Don't cry, that's all. But what is this? Do I understand you to say that Miss Phipps has ah DISCHARGED you?" "Um-hm. That's what she's done. I'm canned. And I don't know where to go and and I don't want to go anywheres else. I want to stay here along of her." She burst into tears again.
Primmie was struggling between surprise and disappointment. "Well," she observed, as the little man hurriedly shed his hat and coat; "well, all right, Mr. Bangs. Only Zach, he told me to be sure and tell you, and tell you how sorry he was that it happened, and that he can't exactly figger out just how it did come to happen, neither." "Eh?"
But, to offset these, there was a changed air about the Phipps' home and its inmates which was so very gratifying that, if it did not deaden that conscience, it, at least, administered to it an effective dose of soothing syrup. Primmie wept no more into the dishwater nor sighed despairingly when serving breakfast.
Galusha, startled, stared at her. "Dear me, Primmie," he observed. "How you do ah bounce at one, so to speak. What is the matter?" "Matter? I cal'late we both know what's the matter, but what I want to know is if it's goin' to keep ON bein' the matter. Is it all right? Have you fixed it up?" "Fixed what up? And PLEASE speak lower. Yes, and don't ah bounce, if you don't mind."
He is going to get away just as soon as the down train leaves." He arrived soon afterward, having bicycled over from South Wellmouth. Primmie arrived also and bursts of her energetic conversation, punctuated by grumblings in Mr. Bloomer's bass, drifted in from the kitchen. Supper was a happy meal.
And so when Primmie, in tears, came again that afternoon to beg to be retained in service, Martha consented to try to maintain the present arrangement for a few weeks more, at least. "Although the dear land knows I shouldn't, Primmie," she said. "It's just postponin' what is almost sure to come, and that isn't right for either of us." Primmie's grin extended from ear to ear.
I was aboard the Hog's Back lightship, that's where I was." "Dear, dear! Is it possible?" "Um-hm. Possible enough that I was there, and one spell it looked impossible that I'd ever be anywheres else. Godfreys, what a night that was! Whew! Godfreys domino!" Primmie, who had also come in from the kitchen, was listening, open-mouthed.
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