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Phillips grasped the hand which Jed had extended and shook it heartily. "Yes, I'm back," he said. "Um-hm. . . . And er how did you leave Uncle Sam? Old feller's pretty busy these days, 'cordin' to the papers." "Yes, I imagine he is." "Um-hm. . . . Well, did you er make him happy? Give his army the one thing needful to make it er perfect?" Charlie laughed.
Having derived this much satisfaction from my reflections, I went downstairs. Dorinda was setting the table for supper. She looked at me as I came in. "Been visitin', I hear," she observed, wiping an imaginary speck from the corner of a plate with her "afternoon" apron. "Yes," said I. "Um-hm," said Dorinda. "Have a good time?" I smiled. "I had an interesting one," I told her.
Jed was stirring his chowder. "Eh?" he said, absently. "Where? Oh, 'twas in the er 'Prince and the Pauper, you know. Mark Twain wrote it." "That's so; I remember now. So you've read 'The Prince and the Pauper'?" "Um-hm. Read about everything Mark Twain ever wrote, I shouldn't wonder." "Do you read a good deal?" "Some. . . . There! Now we'll call that chowder done for the second time, I guess.
"If Roscoe's got anything to tell," she observed, with dignity, "he'll tell it without your help or anybody else's. If he ain't, he won't. This pie's colder than it ought to be, but that isn't my fault." As I ate I told them of my sudden determination to become a laboring man. I gave the reasons that I had given Mother. "Um-hm," said Dorinda. "But I can't understand," pleaded Lute.
The poor old parson has failed consider'ble and Maria Price's housekeepin' and cookin' is enough to make a well man sick or wish he was. But he'll be looked after now. Helen will look after him. She's the most capable girl there is in Ostable County. Did she tell you about what she done in the Red Cross and the hospitals?" "She said something about it, not very much." "Um-hm.
Albert reluctantly descended to earth and took the battered armchair standing beside the desk. The captain tapped with his pencil upon the figure-covered sheet of paper before him. Then he said: "Al, you've been here three years come next December, ain't you?" "Why yes, sir, I believe I have." "Um-hm, you have. And for the heft of that time you've been in this office." "Yes, sir." "Yes.
"Right you are! How did he take that?" "He went up like a sky-rocket. Said he had a right to know, under the circumstances. I admitted it, but said I could tell him nothing yet. He went away frantic, and I called you." "Um-hm. Well, Mr. Sylvester, suppose you do see him and his boss. See 'em and tell 'em some of the truth.
He ain't here to see you do it, so you won't be fined for contempt of court. I'll stick to a pipe, if you don't mind. Now we're shipshape and all taut, I cal'late. Let's see, you wanted to talk business, I believe." "Yes, I did. But before I begin I should like to be sure you are the Elisha Warren I came from New York to interview. Is there another of that name in Denboro?" "Um-hm.
I don't know New York not so very well, though I've been there plenty of times and I don't know New York ways. But I do know South Harniss ways, and they suit me. Would they suit your daughter not just for summer, but as a reg'lar thing right straight along year in and out? I doubt it, Mr. Fosdick, I doubt it consid'able. Course I don't know your daughter " "I do and I share your doubts." "Um-hm.
"Yes sir," continued Captain Zelotes, "the reception committee was consider'ble disappointed. They'd have met you with the Orham band if they'd had their way. I told 'em you'd heard all the band music you wanted in camp, I guessed likely, and you'd rather come home quiet. There was goin' to be some speeches, too, but I had them put off." "Thanks, Grandfather." "Um-hm.
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