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"Well!" she exclaimed; "WELL! if that ain't if that don't beat all that ever I heard! Here I leave my work to do folks favors, to fetch and carry for 'em, and this is what I get. Cap'n Dott, I want you to understand that I ain't dependent on nobody for a job. I don't HAVE to slave myself to death for nobody. If you ain't satisfied " "There, there, Zuba! I was only jokin'. Don't get mad!" "Mad!
"Sit still and make yourself comfortable, Labe," he went on. "I'll tell Zuba you're here." "What's your hurry? Give me a chance to catch my breath. I lugged that dunnage bag," indicating the valise, "from the depot up here, and I feel as if I'd strained every plank in my hull. Ought to go into dry dock and refit, I had. I landed in Philadelphy a week ago," he continued.
If he would only come back!" "Then for mercy sakes get him back! Telegraph him. You said you were going to." Captain Dan rose. "I will," he declared. "I'll do it right now, this minute. Not till I see you to your tea, Serena," he added, hastily. "I'll tell Zuba about that first, of course." He sent the telegram within the hour. It was an inquiry concerning Mr.
Even Captain Dan, the long-suffering, grew weary of her exclamations and chatter at last. "Say, Zuba," he remonstrated, "is this an all-day service you're givin' us? If it is, I wish you'd take up a collection or somethin', for a change. Mrs. Dott and I are gettin' sort of tired of the sermon." "Why why, what do you mean?
"Wh-what do you have such goin's on in your house for?" he demanded. "What makes you let the gang afore the mast run over you this way? Why don't you who's that upstairs; your wife?" "No, my wife is out. I shouldn't wonder if that was Zuba. She's on her way to the door, probably." "She is, hey? Call her down here. Sing out to her to come down.
If I was you I'd be somewhere else when I get there. That's my advice." The advice was taken. Mr. Hapgood was in the street by the time his employer reached the gate. Bolting that gate, Daniel walked back to the kitchen. "Thank you, Zuba," he said quietly. "You've only confirmed what I suspected before, but thank you, just the same."
"For the land sakes, Zuba, what's set you goin' like this? Are YOU goin' to to " "To what? Am I goin' to what?" "Are you goin' to 'advance' or whatever you call it? What ails all you women, anyway?" "What ails us? Hain't I been readin' you what ails us?" "You've been readin' a whole lot, but I've heard it all before. You want to be 'free'! Confound it, you ARE free, ain't you?
"I didn't hear nothin' else at Trumet; that and your wife's gettin' to be commodore of some woman's lodge or other was all they talked about. Hey? Why, where's your pipe? Ain't you goin' to smoke? I've got plenty terbacker." Daniel looked dubious. "I guess not, Labe," he said. "Zuba well, the fact is, Zuba doesn't like people to smoke in her kitchen." Laban's face expressed astonishment.
I guess I shall be if I ever get over thinkin' what a foolhead I was. So Zuba was part of it all, hey? And John, too? He was in it, I presume likely." Gertrude's expression changed; so did her tone. "We won't talk about John, Daddy," she said. "Please don't." "Why not? I want to talk about him. In a way yes, sir! in a way I ain't sure that that I didn't have a hand in spoilin' that, too.
What sort of surprise would Zuba and I plan? She's had one surprise in the last six weeks and that ought to be enough. Laban's droppin' in unexpected was surprise enough to keep you satisfied, wasn't it, Zuba? I never saw anybody more surprised than you was that night in the kitchen. Ho! ho!" Azuba smiled grimly. "A few more surprises like that," she observed, "and I'll be surprised to death.
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