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Now it was thrown open, a heavy step sounded in the entry and a voice, a man's voice, said, in a shout almost as loud as the captain's, "Yes, Zuba; that's what I was cal'latin' to say, myself. Who why, hello, Cap'n Dan! How are you?" Daniel turned. A man had entered the kitchen, a big man, wearing a cloth cap, and carrying in one hand a lumpy oilcloth valise.
Judging by the thumps and kicks and screams inside the closet the housekeeper's thoughts were otherwise engaged. "You let me out, Labe Ginn!" she screamed. "Cap'n Dott, you make him let me out!" Daniel, weary from laughing, could only gasp. "I can't, Zuba!" he answered, choking. "I can't! It ain't my affair. I couldn't interfere between husband and wife. You're a free woman, Zuba, you know.
They must think you're pretty familiar with them." "Good land, Serena! I've been familiar with Zuba all my life. If I was to put on airs with her she'd take me down in a hurry." Mrs. Dott sighed. "I'm afraid you did forget yourself," she declared. "I think if you could hear what the Fenholtzes are saying about us now you'd be ashamed. I'm sure I should." And at that very moment Mr.
Dott said I might go to this meetin'. She'll understand." "By time, Zuba Ginn, I'll discharge you! I will! I don't care if you have been with us since Methusalem's time. You old foolhead! At your age " "I'm no older than your wife, Dan'l Dott. And you can't discharge me, neither. I wouldn't go. I'm no Hapgood. I've got rights and I'll stand up for 'em. You ain't the boss, I guess.
But, to be openly told so, and by his cook, was a little too much. The worm will turn at least we are told that it will and Daniel Dott was turning. He jerked his hands from his pockets and opened his mouth. "Azuba!" he roared. "You, Zuba, come here!" Azuba did not answer. She was in her room at the top of the house and, of course, did not hear the shout.
Nice mess, ain't it!" Captain Dan whistled again. "Well, Zuba," he observed, "we can't help it, as I see. What's done's done and chickens do come home to roost, don't they?" "Humph! I wish my husband would come home and roost where I can keep my eye on him. He says he's gettin' sick of bein' a land lubber. He'll be aboard some ship and off again afore long, that's some comfort.
If I wasn't so fleshy I could do them myself, but I almost died hooking the others." "Why didn't you call Zuba? She'd have hooked 'em for you." "Azuba! Heavens and earth! She's worse than nobody; her fingers are all thumbs. Besides, she would talk me deaf, dumb and blind. She doesn't know her place at all; thinks she is one of the family, I suppose." "Well, she is, pretty nigh.
You want to lay in an extra stock for dinner. I'll probably eat you out of house and home then. Better figure on as much as if you was goin' to have company. Ain't that so, Zuba?" He winked at the housekeeper. His wife noticed the wink. "What is it?" she demanded. "There's something going on that I don't know about. Are you and Azuba planning some sort of surprise?" "Surprise!
Zuba's queer all her tribe are and always was but she's nobody's fool. She'd know right off you were tryin' to get rid of her. No, it may be all right enough to leave Nate Bangs in charge of the store, because he'd like nothin' better, but you can't leave Zuba in the house." "Then what can we do with her?" "Take her with us. She can do housekeepin' in Scarford same as she can here, can't she?"
If they don't like it they can stay in their own front halls and lock the door. Look here, Serena: Zuba Ginn has been with us ever since Gertie was born; she took care of her when she had the scarlet fever, set up nights and run the risk of catchin' it herself, and all that. The doctor told us that if it hadn't been for Zuba and her care and self-sacrifice and common sense Gertie would have died.
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