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For the matter of that, she had uttered an exclamation also. So had Ophelia Beebe and many others. Zacheus whistled. Primmie once more referred to her saving soul. Martha Phipps cried out. As for Jethro Hallett, he stared uncomprehendingly at the Bangs' face which looked so earnestly and gravely up into his. He drew a hand across his forehead and breathed heavily.
Captain Hallett, after some final instructions to Zacheus concerning the turning lower of one of the lamps and a last order for stillness, gave the command. "All ready! Heave ahead!" Miss Hoag leaned back in her rocking-chair and closed her eyes. Primmie drew a long breath and the first bars of the "Sweet By and By" were forcibly evicted from the harmonica.
Primmie's mouth opened but the expansive hand of Mr. Bloomer promptly covered it and the larger part of her face as well. "This ain't no time to holler about your savin' soul," whispered Zacheus, hoarsely. "This is the time to shut up. And KEEP shut up. You be still, Dandelion!" Primmie obeyed orders and was still.
It bore upon the envelope the words "National Institute, Washington, D. C.," and was, he knew, merely a monthly report. Usually such reports were of great interest to him; this one was not. He had really important matters to claim his attention. The second letter was, obviously, that which the forgetful Zacheus had carried about with him for a week.
Zacheus, returning from the post office, met him at the Phipps' gate and handed him a letter. "Come in last night's mail," explained Zach. "I happened to be cruisin' up to the village so I thought I might as well fetch it down to you, Mr. Bangs." Galusha thanked him and put the letter in his pocket.
Primmie seemed to discern a hint of skepticism even in the cough. "Oh, you can set there and keep on turnin' up your nose and and coughin'," she declared, "but " Zacheus interrupted to say that he hardly ever turned up his nose when he coughed. "Seems to come handier to turn it down, Posy," he said. "Oh, be still, foolish! Well, anyhow, it's true, every word of it.
She looked at the chair by the ancient parlor organ and announced: "Yes, indeed, it'll do real well, thank you, Cap'n Jethro." Her voice was a sharp soprano with liquid gurgles in it "like pourin' pain-killer out of a bottle," this last still another quotation from the book of Zacheus. "All right," said Captain Jeth, "then we'll begin.
You ought to see her and Zacheus Bloomer together and hear 'em talk; THEN you would think it was funny." "Is this Mr. ah Bloomer queer also?" "Why, yes, I presume likely he is. Not foolish, you understand, or even a little bit soft like Primmie. He's shrewd enough, Zach is, but he's peculiar, that's about it.
"Galushy Galushy," he said, huskily. "Huh!" Galusha was, naturally, rather startled. "Eh? I ah beg your pardon," he observed. "I was thinkin' about names," explained Mr. Bloomer. "Queer things, names are, ain't they? Zacheus and Galushy.... Godfreys!" He paused a moment and then added: "'Zacheus he Did climb a tree His Lord to see.
He came downstairs, somewhat nervous and a trifle excited, to find Mr. Bloomer, garbed in oilskins and sou'wester, standing upon the mat just inside the dining room door. Zacheus, it developed, had come over to borrow some coffee, the supply at the light having run short. As Galusha entered, a more than usually savage blast rushed shrieking over the house, threatening, so it seemed to Mr.
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