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Updated: May 7, 2025
It took the women half an hour or more to feed Herbert up proper with all the nice things they could drag from the icebox. Then Mother Pulsifer patted him on the shoulder and shooed Edna and him through the French doors out on the veranda. And what do you guess is Mrs. Pulsifer's openin' as we drifts back towards the scene of the late conflict? "Why, Deary!" says she.
Bolum was there with a tumbler of jelly; Mrs. Tip Pulsifer had brought her "paytent gradeated medicent glass," hoping it would be useful; Mrs. Henry Holmes had no idea what was needed, but just grabbed a hot-water bottle as she ran.
Best of all too, I'd been put next to Vee, and I was just workin' up to exchangin' a hand squeeze under the tablecloth when, right in the middle of one of Pa Pulsifer's best stories, there floats in through the open windows a crash that makes everybody sit up. It sounds like breakin' glass. "Hah!" snorts Pulsifer, scowlin' out into the dark. "Now what in blazes was that?"
"Get out of my house before I I " "Oh, I say," breaks in Gilkey, "before you do what?" "Throw you out!" bellows Pulsifer. "Don't be absurd," says Gilkey, statin' it quiet and matter of fact. "You couldn't, you know. Besides, it isn't being done." And it takes Pa Pulsifer a full minute before he can choke down his temper and get his wind again.
Pulsifer acted sort of restless and jumpy. She's a tall, thin, hollow-eyed dame, Mrs. Pulsifer is, with gray hair and a smooth, easy voice. Miss Edna must take more after her Pa; for she's filled out better, and while she ain't what you'd call mug-mapped, she has one of these low-bridge noses and a lot of oily, dark red hair that she does in a weird fashion of her own with a side part.
My brother has always been Tip's champion in his matrimonial disagreements, and whenever Pulsifer flees across the mountain, swearing terrible oaths that he will never return, Tim goes straight to the clearing on the ridge and talks long and seriously to the deserted wife about her duty. But there was reason in Tip's contention regarding Weston.
Four of us so much the better! I had never seen this Edith, but Tim is a wonderful judge of women. So I let him talk, on and on about the city and his life there, until we reached the house. We found that Mrs. Spiker had secured her rights, and was on duty that day as nurse. The young doctor was there, too, as were Mrs. Tip Pulsifer and a half dozen others, a goodly company to greet us.
I calls out, jumpin' after him. "Better let me break it to 'em in there." "As you please," says Gilkey; "only let's have no delay." So I skips across the hall and into the lib'ry, where they're all makin' a stab at bein' chatty and gay, with Pa Pulsifer in the center. "Excuse me," says I, "but there's a young gent wants a few words with Mr. Pulsifer."
Their hoofs made music on the bridge, and my journey was ended. Home again! Even Tip Pulsifer was dear to me then. He was between the wheels when we stopped, and I planted a crutch on one of his bare feet and embraced him. He grinned and cried, "Mighty souls!" That embrace, that grin and that heart-born exclamation marked the entrance of the Pulsifer family into my life.
"It's lucky they did." But, say, take it from me, his days of crackin' the whip around that joint are over. I'm beginnin' to believe too how some of that dope I fed to Herbert must have been straight goods. Vee insists on talkin' it over later, as we are camped in one of them swing seats out on the veranda. "Wasn't he just splendid," says she: "standing up to Mr. Pulsifer that way, you know?"
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