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But he told me Sadler was in business and getting rich, and in partnership with a Chinaman, and living in a town called "Saleratus," sixty miles down the coast, which none of these statements seemed likely at the time. Stevey Todd didn't know why the town was named Saleratus.
Todd," Stevey Todd answered cautiously, "If you called it brisk, I wouldn't maybe argue it, but 'hard' I'd argue," and Pemberton said agreeably, "Why, when you put it that way, you're right, not but the meaning was good, ain't a doubt of it;" and Uncle Abimelech, getting hold of a loose end in his mind, piped up, singing: "She blows aloft, she blows alow, Take in your topsails early;"
Stevey Todd sat down and cried. I was disgusted with seeing the hotel standing on her roof-garden and thinking of the mess there was inside her, all come of a tremblorito no bigger than enough to cave in the bank and tip the Helen Mar over, and enough tidal wave to wash the streets of Portate, which needed it. I saw the Sarasara shaking her old umbrella at us, and I was mad.
Down the valley we saw pieces of the town of Portate lying along, and beyond we saw the Pacific. And Stevey Todd wiped his face on his sleeves, and he says, "Maybe that's ridiculous, and maybe it ain't" he says, "but I'd argue it." We swabbed off the decks of the Helen Mar, and scuttled the bottom of her to let the water out. Then the next day we went down to Portate.
But I've always had my doubts what may have been previous in Madame Bill's mind as regards intentions to Flannagan and Stevey Todd.
And I says: "Stevey," I says, "I was born and bred on this coast," but Stevey Todd was that taken up with his points of argument to Madame Bill that he didn't have any interest in my beginnings, and I went off to find Flannagan. "Flannagan," I says, "I got a sentiment." "Sintimint, is it!" he says. "Come off! Ye salted codfish! If I ain't got tin to your one, I'm another," he says.
"Seaside?" "No, inland a bit." "Summer hotel?" "Aye, summer hotel. Always summer there." "It must have paid!" "Aye, she paid. It was in South America." "South America?" "Aye, Stevey Todd and I ran her. She was put up in New Bedford by Smith and Morgan, and Stevey Todd and I ran her in South America." "How so? Do they export hotels to South America?" "There ain't any steady trade in 'em."
Stevey Todd said cautiously: "I'd almost think, Miss, in that case, you'd be in hot water." "It's in the kettle," said Uncle Abimelech, and Madge McCulloch, "So it is! I wonder if there's tea." Then she and Stevey Todd laid the table, and we sat watching her make tea, and saw no objections. "Shall I tell you about it?" she said calmly, pouring tea.
Generally silent he was, except when excited, and seemed even then to be settled to his place in this world, which was to be Sadler's heeler. He followed Sadler all his after days, so far as I know, same as Stevey Todd did me.
I says, "There's good points in a quiet life, Stevey;" and Stevey Todd says, showing what was on his mind: "Aye, but Abe Dalrimple, he argues matrimony ain't quiet, and I don't go so far as to dispute he may be right, and that's a point to be allowed, for she throwed Montezuma's crown, not to speak of spears." "Didn't neither," says Abe Dalrimple. "It was kettles.
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