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You folks eat late, don't you?" "Sometimes." "I should think so. What's Zuby doin' up in her room this time of night?" "She said she was goin' to change her clothes." "Oh, yes, yes; I see. Well, 'twon't take her long. If I went up I'd only hold her back, and I want my supper. Let's have a smoke, Dan, while we're waitin'."
"Sartin sure I won't be in the way, Cap'n, be you?" he asked earnestly. "I can go somewheres else just as well as not, to some boardin' house or somewheres. Zuby Jane won't mind; we can see each other every day." "Not a mite of it, Labe," replied Daniel earnestly. "There's plenty of room and you can stay here along with your wife just as well as not. I'd like to have you.
"Who'd you hire? Perez don't, seemin'ly, take to M'lissy, and there ain't nobody else in Orham that you could git, 'less 'twas old A'nt Zuby Higgins, and that would be actin' like the feller that jumped overboard when his boat sprung a leak. No, sir! If A'nt Zuby ships aboard here I heave up MY commission." "Who said anything about A'nt Zuby or housekeepers either?" inquired Captain Perez.
I've been with Zuby for most three weeks steady now; that's the longest stretch we've had in a good many years. We ain't quarreled once, neither." He seemed to consider the fact remarkable. Captain Dott grinned. "I suppose that shuttin' her up in the dish closet wasn't what you'd call a quarrel, hey?" he observed. Mr. Ginn was momentarily embarrassed. "Oh, that!" he exclaimed. "Humph!
Then his own cheek received a slap which made his head ring, and the hall echoed with a shrill scream. "Labe!" shrieked Azuba. "Oh, Labe! Help! Come quick!" Mr. Ginn came up the back stairs three steps at a time. "What is it? What's the matter, Zuby?" he demanded. "A man! A man! He he " "Where is he? What's he doin'?" "He there he is. Hear him? There!" Mr.
I couldn't think of anything but liquor that would start Zuby Jane dancin'. I don't know's that would I never tried it on her but 'twas the only likely guess I could make." Captain Dan was seated in his old chair, at his old desk, behind the counter of the Metropolitan Store.
He threw himself into a chair, which groaned under the pressure. "Sure, I'll set down! Feels kind of good to drop anchor when you've been cruisin's long as I have. No, Zuby don't know I'm comin'. Last time I wrote her was from Mauritius. I've been to clink and gone since. She WILL be surprised, won't she? Ho! ho! Did I leave the hatch open? Here, let me shut it."
"What do you think of that, John?" he cried. "Zuby Jane makin' speeches! There's advancement for you, ain't it?" John smiled, but rather faintly. He had scarcely taken his eyes from Cousin Percy's aristocratic presence. The latter gentleman turned to him. "Well er Mr. Mr. Doane," he observed carelessly, "how do you like Scarford, as far as you've seen it?"
Zuby, don't make me laugh; I'm too hungry for jokin'. Take off your bonnet, now; take it off." "I mustn't, really, Labe. It's lodge night and they expect me. "Take off your bonnet!" "I can't! ... Well, I will, for just a minute." The last sentence was added in a great hurry, for her husband showed signs of preparing to remove the headgear with his own hands.
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