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Updated: May 29, 2025
I'm li'ble to be 'most anywheres on the face of the earth, and it makes me fidgety to think there's letters chasin' me round and I ain't gettin' 'em. I say to Zuby, 'Long's you don't hear from me you'll know I'm all right, and long's I don't hear from you I'll know the same. We'll write when we feel like it.
Laban's remaining as caretaker was his own suggestion. "Me and the old gal Zuby Jane, I mean have talked it over," he explained, "and it seems like the best thing to do. You've got to have somebody here, Cap'n Dott, you've got to pay somebody, and it might as well be me. I'm out of a job just now, anyway.
Oh! this'll be first rate." He bore her, kicking like a jumping-jack, across the kitchen to the closet where the pans and cooking utensils were kept. "Think it over in there, Zuby," he said calmly, shutting the door and planting himself in a chair against it. "That's a fine place to think. Now, Cap'n, you and me can have our smoke, while she's thinkin' what to give us to eat; hey?"
Theirs was a curious sort of married life. "We is kind of independent, Labe and me," said Azuba. "He often says to me that is, as often as we're together, which ain't often he says to me, he says, 'Live where you want to, Zuby, he says, 'and if you want to move, move!
Maybe " with a suggestive wink, "maybe you can kind of well, kind of keep things runnin' smooth in the galley. You know what I mean." Laban grinned. "Cal'late you won't have no more trouble that way, Cap'n," he observed. "I guess that's over. Zuby and I understand each other better'n we did. I THOUGHT she was mighty " "Mighty what?" Mr. Ginn had broken off his sentence in the middle.
"'Tain't much of a bonnet, anyhow, Zuby," he said. "Now I look at it closer I don't think it's becomin' to your style of complexion. Some day I'll buy you another." "Give me that bonnet, Laban Ginn!" "I don't like to see that bonnet around, Zuby. Let's get it out of sight quick."
"Well, I tell you, Zuby: it's close to nine now, and that's too late for you to be cruisin' out to meetin's. Sorry you have to miss the speeches and things, but Say, I tell you what I'll do. If it's a sermon you want I'll preach you one, myself. Make it up while you're settin' the table. Ready to come out and be good? That's right.
"Thought over that bill of fare, Zuby?" he shouted, after a time. More thumps and threats; tears as well. Daniel began to feel pity instead of triumph. "Hadn't you better, Labe," he began. Mr. Ginn waved him to silence. "How about supper, Zuby?" he called. "Oh, all right, all right. I don't know as I'm as hungry as I was, anyway. Appetite's kind of passin' off, I cal'late.
'A first cabin companion like that's no place for me, I says. Ho! ho! Besides, I cal'lated to find Zuby Jane out in the fo'castle here. Didn't expect to locate you, though, in this end of the ship. How's it seem to be rich? Ain't got fat on it, have you." Daniel, amused in spite of his recent ill temper, shook his head. "Not yet," he answered.
"I'll go now," she cried, "if I have to go bareheaded! I'll show you! Let go of me!" Mr. Ginn had thrown an arm about her waist. She pulled his hair and gave him some vigorous slaps on the cheek, but he smiled on. "You want to get supper, Zuby," he coaxed. "I know you do. You just think it over now. It's too noisy out here to do much thinkin'. Where's a nice quiet place?
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