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She looked up as he entered, but immediately resumed her reading. The captain waited for her to speak. As a general thing he did not have to wait. "Hello, Zuba," he hailed. Azuba turned a page of the paper. She did not answer. "Hello!" he hailed again. "What's the matter, Zuba? Gone into a trance, have you?" "Hey?" Azuba did look up then, but at once looked down again. "Hey?" she repeated.
"Take her with us! Why, Daniel Dott! the very idea! Think of Azuba in a place like that Scarford mansion! Think of her and that dignified, polite Hapgood man together! Think of it!" The captain seemed to find the thought amusing. "Say, that would be some fun, wouldn't it?" he chuckled. "I'd risk Zuba, though. He wouldn't do the Grand Panjandrum over her more'n once.
Before the captain could repeat it someone knocked at the back door. The knock was no hesitating, irresolute tap. It was an emphatic, solid thump. Daniel heard it, but, in his present state of mind, was in no mood to heed. "Zuba!" he repeated. "Zuba Ginn, are you comin' here or shall I come after you? The back door was merely latched, not locked.
It's a funny habit I have." "Humph! Well, all right, then. I didn't know. Course, 'tain't none of my business what's in other folks's letters. I ain't nosey, land knows. Nobody can accuse me of " "Nobody can accuse you of anything, Zuba. Not even dish washin' just now." Azuba drew herself up. Outraged dignity and injured pride were expressed in every line of her figure.
Hi!" as the captain stepped to the stairs, "don't say nothin' about me." Daniel, suppressing a grin, shouted up the stairs. "Zuba!" he called. "Zuba, come down here a minute." Azuba answered, but in no complacent tone. "Don't bother me, Cap'n Dott," she protested. "I'm late as 'tis." "Just a minute, Zuba, that's all. One minute, please." Mr. Ginn snorted at the "please."
Azuba dropped the precious paper and sprang to open the oven door. "Well!" she declared, "it's all right. 'Twas that cranberry pie, and 'twas only beginnin' to scorch. It's all right." "Glad to hear it. Now, say, Zuba, you take my advice; you're a practical, sensible woman, I always said so. Don't you get to be silly, at your age." It was an impolitic remark. Azuba bristled.
With this comforting conclusion one indication of the mental revolution which her Scarford experience had brought about she ceased wondering and dropped to sleep. Captain Dan and Azuba had a short conference in the kitchen. "Understand, do you, Zuba?" queried the captain. "A late dinner and plenty of it." "I understand. Land sakes!
When a man comes home from sea and finds another man kissin' his wife, what would he be likely to mean?" Daniel could not answer. He looked about him in absolute bewilderment. Gertrude choked and turned away. "Kissin'!" repeated Captain Dan. "Kissin' your wife? Kissin' ZUBA! I I am I crazy, or are you, or or is he?" Apparently he judged the last surmise to be the most likely.
"I know I said, but what I say don't seem to amount to much. You see, Labe, your wife has got some of what MY wife calls advanced ideas. She belongs to some kind of a lodge herself, and this is their meetin' night. Just before you came Zuba made proclamations that I could cook my own supper. She said she couldn't stop to do it; she'd be late to the meetin' if she did." Laban's mouth opened.
All right; only next time you get to admirin' each other I'm goin' out. That kind of admiration makes me nervous. I heard you admirin' Zuba out in the kitchen just before we left." "Azuba makes me awfully out of patience. She won't do what I tell her; she will wear her apron to the door; she will talk when she shouldn't. Just think what she said about you when the minister called.
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