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"Bulger, see to the gentleman." "Ay, ay, sir. "Come aboard, matey." He made a place for Desmond at his side on the bench, and called to Mother Wiggs to bring a mug for the gentleman. Meanwhile, Mr. Toley and his companion had each taken a fowling piece and gone away with the landlord. Bulger winked at his companions, and when the sportsmen were out of earshot he broke into a guffaw.
Australia and Europena sat in the window with Chris Hazy, and delightedly clapped time to the music. When the dance ended, Mrs. Wiggs went to the door to get cool. She was completely out of breath, and her false front had worked its way down over her eyebrows. "Look comin', ma!" called Billy. When Mrs. Wiggs saw who it was she hastened down to the gate. "Howdy, Mr. Bob; howdy, Miss Lucy!
"Please, ma'am," she plunged into her subject at once, "have any of your girls a dress for sale? I've got a dollar to buy it." Mrs. Wiggs turned the girl around and surveyed her critically. "Well, I don't know as I blame you fer wantin' to git shut of that one. There ain't more 'n room enough fer one leg in that skirt, let alone two. An' what was the sense in them big shiny buttons?"
Scarcely a week passed that he did not agitate the question, and, as Mrs. Wiggs often said, "When Billy Wiggs done set his head to a thing, he's as good as got it!" So she was not surprised when he rushed breathlessly into the kitchen one evening, about supper-time, and exclaimed in excited tones: "Ma, I 've got a horse!
"Gimme the pail; I'll go after him," cried Jake. "Naw, you don't; I'm a-goin'. It's my maw that knows him," said Billy. "That ain't nothin'. My uncle knows the chief of police! Can't I go, Mrs. Wiggs?" Meanwhile Chris had seized the hint and the bucket, and was off in search of Mr. Peter Jenkins, whose name would prove an open sesame to that small boy's paradise the engine side of the rope.
"I bet she didn't git a chance to talk much if you got started on your symptims," interrupted Mrs. Wiggs. "Didn't you think she was a' awful haughty talker?" 'No, indeed.
So, I suppose, if I'm to save my soul, I must gather manna every day, and if I find the value of x to-day, I must find the value of a bigger x to-morrow. Then, too, I suppose I'll have to choose between Mrs. Wiggs and Emerson, between the Katzenjammers and Shakespeare, and between ragtime and grand opera. I am very certain growing corn gives forth a sound only I can't hear it.
James Highcamp. Hugh! the less you have to do with Mrs. Highcamp, the better. 'Madame Laforce. Came all the way from Carrolton, too, poor old soul. 'Miss Wiggs, 'Mrs. Eleanor Boltons." He pushed the cards aside. "Mercy!" exclaimed Edna, who had been fuming. "Why are you taking the thing so seriously and making such a fuss over it?" "I'm not making any fuss over it.
A moment of torture ensued for the small lady, during which she nearly twisted her thumb from its socket, then she managed to gasp: "Green pups!" Mr. Bob laughed. "Why, you little cannibal!" he said. "What on earth does she mean?" "Cream puffs," explained Mrs. Wiggs, airily. "She et 'em onct at Mrs. Reed's, the Bourbon Stock Yard's wife, an' she's been talkin' 'bout 'em ever sence."
"The first feature of the entertainment," announced the preacher, "will be a song by Miss Europena Wiggs." Europena stepped forward and, with hands close to her sides and anguished eyes on the ceiling, gasped forth the agonized query: "Can she make a cheery-pie, Billy boy, Billy boy? Can she make a cheery-pie, Charming Billy?"
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