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And, of course, there was the stirring occasion of Zephania's return to duty, Zephania being patently proud of the disturbance she had created, and full of quaint comments on life, death, and immortality, those subjects seemingly having engaged her mind largely during her illness.
How would you like me to send you a hatpin, then, with a nice little gold nugget for a head?" "I'd love it! But but what is a nugget, Mr. Herrick?" "Oh, a little a little lump." "Do you mean real gold?" asked Zephania, awedly. "Yes, real gold, virgin gold, just as it comes out of the ground, you know." "Wouldn't it be worth a good deal, though?" asked Zephania, doubtfully.
"I leave it all to you, Zephania, and I'm sure it will be done beautifully." "Thank you, sir. Mother says I'm a real smart cleaner. Shall I get some more flowers in this vase, sir? This piece of lilac's dreadfully wilted." "No, Zephania, just let that remain, please. The fact, is, that that's a rather particular piece of lilac; something out of the common."
"It's sunnier in there, sir. I could just clear the end of that table. There's a fine big tray, sir." "An excellent idea," replied Wade. "I place myself and my house in your hands, Zephania." "Thank you, sir," said Zephania. Breakfast was prepared that morning to the strains of "Jesus, Lover of My Soul."
"Out of the common?" echoed Zephania, in faint surprise, surveying as much of the common as she could see through the window. "You don't mean our common?" "No," answered Wade, gravely, "not our common. That piece of lilac, Zephania, is a clue; at least, I think it is. Do you know what a clue is?" "Yes, sir. It's something you find that puts you on the trail of the murderer."
"I want to know!" said Wade, unconsciously falling into local idiom. "Yes, sir. I can make two kinds of bread. I'll make the milk bread first, though, and let you try that. Most folks likes milk bread the best. Shall I set some to-night?" "Set some? Oh, yes, please do." While she was removing the tray Zephania asked: "Which room would you like to have me clean first, sir?"
Wade went out to the kitchen presently to wash hands and face at the sink and dry them on a roller towel, which Zephania whisked before him as if by magic. Watching her for a minute or two dispelled all doubts as to her ability. The way in which she broke the eggs and slipped them into the boiling water was a revelation of dexterity.
"Who who is 'me'?" he called. "Zephania." Zephania! Who in thunder was Zephania? "I'm very sorry, Miss Zephania, but I'm not dressed yet. If you wouldn't mind calling again in, say, half an hour " "Please, sir, I'll wait." "Oh, well er was there something you wanted?" "Please, sir, I've come to do for you." To do for him!
Therefore at twenty-eight Wade Herrick was heart-whole. He wondered with a smile how long he was destined to remain so unless that same meddling Fate removed either him or Evelyn Walton from Eden Village. Zephania went through the hall singing, on her way upstairs to inaugurate her war of extermination against dirt. Wade roused himself and lighted his pipe.
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