Albert savagely slammed down the window and turned away. The dropped cigarette stump lay where it had fallen, smudging and smelling.
His caller looked at it and then at him.
"I"d pick it up, if I were you," she said. "Cap"n Snow HATES cigarettes."
Albert, his dignity and indignation forgotten, returned her look with one of anxiety.
"Does he, honest?" he asked.
"Yes. He hates them worse than anything."
The cigarette stump was hastily picked up by its owner.
"Where"ll I put it?" he asked, hurriedly.
"Why don"t you--Oh, don"t put it in your pocket! It will set you on fire. Put it in the stove, quick."
Into the stove it went, all but its fragrance, which lingered.
"Do you think you COULD find me that hook?" asked the girl.
"I"ll try. _I_ don"t know anything about the confounded things."
"Oh!" innocently. "Don"t you?"
"No, of course I don"t. Why should I?"
"Aren"t you working here?"
"Here? Work HERE? ME? Well, I--should--say--NOT!"
"Oh, excuse me. I thought you must be a new bookkeeper, or--or a new partner, or something."
Albert regarded her intently and suspiciously for some seconds before making another remark. She was as demurely grave as ever, but his suspicions were again aroused. However, she WAS pretty, there could be no doubt about that.
"Maybe I can find the hook for you," he said. "I can try, anyway."
"Oh, thank you ever so much," gratefully. "It"s VERY kind of you to take so much trouble."
"Oh," airily, "that"s all right. Come on; perhaps we can find it together."
They were still looking when Mr. Price came panting in.
"Whew!" he observed, with emphasis. "If anybody tells you heavin"
bundles of laths aboard a truck-wagon ain"t hard work you tell him for me he"s a liar, will ye. Whew! And I had to do the heft of everything, "cause Cahoon sent that one-armed nephew of his to drive the team. A healthy lot of good a one-armed man is to help heave lumber! I says to him, says I: "What in time did--" Eh? Why, h.e.l.lo, Helen! Good mornin".
Land sakes! you"re out airly, ain"t ye?"
The young lady nodded. "Good morning, Issachar," she said. "Yes, I am pretty early and I"m in a dreadful hurry. The wind blew our kitchen door back against the house last night and broke the hook. I promised Father I would run over here and get him a new one and bring it back to him before I went to school. And it"s quarter to nine now."
"Land sakes, so "tis! Ain"t--er--er--what"s-his-name--Albert here, found it for you yet? He ain"t no kind of a hand to find things, is he? We"ll have to larn him better"n that. Yes indeed!"
Albert laughed, sarcastically. He was about to make a satisfyingly crushing reproof to this piece of impertinence when Mr. Price began to sniff the air.
"What in tunket?" he demanded. "Sn"f! Sn"f! Who"s been smokin" in here?
And cigarettes, too, by crimus! Sn"f! Sn"f! Yes, sir, cigarettes, by crimustee! Who"s been smokin" cigarettes in here? If Cap"n Lote knew anybody"d smoked a cigarette in here I don"t know"s he wouldn"t kill "em. Who done it?"
Albert shivered. The girl with the dark blue eyes flashed a quick glance at him. "I think perhaps someone went by the window when it was open just now," she suggested. "Perhaps they were smoking and the smoke blew in."
"Eh? Well, maybe so. Must have been a mighty rank cigarette to smell up the whole premises like this just goin" past a window. Whew! Gosh!
no wonder they say them things are rank pison. I"d sooner smoke skunk-cabbage myself; "twouldn"t smell no worse and "twould be a dum sight safer. Whew! ... Well, Helen, there"s about the kind of hook I cal"late you need. Fifteen cents "ll let you out on that. Cheap enough for half the money, eh? Give my respects to your pa, will ye. Tell him that sermon he preached last Sunday was fine, but I"d like it better if he"d laid it on to the Univer"lists a little harder. Folks that don"t believe in h.e.l.l don"t deserve no consideration, "cordin" to my notion.
So long, Helen ... Oh say," he added, as an afterthought, "I guess you and Albert ain"t been introduced, have ye? Albert, this is Helen Kendall, she"s our Orthodox minister"s daughter. Helen, this young feller is Albert--er--er--Consarn it, I"ve asked Cap"n Lote that name a dozen times if I have once! What is it, anyway?"
"Speranza," replied the owner of the name.
"That"s it, Sperandy. This is Albert Sperandy, Cap"n Lote"s grandson."
Albert and Miss Kendall shook hands.
"Thanks," said the former, gratefully and significantly.
The young lady smiled.
"Oh, you"re welcome," she said. "I knew who you were all the time--or I guessed who you must be. Cap"n Snow told me you were coming."
She went out. Issachar, staring after her, chuckled admiringly.
"Smartest girl in THIS town," he observed, with emphasis. "Head of her cla.s.s up to high school and only sixteen and three-quarters at that."
Captain Zelotes came bustling in a few minutes later. He went to his desk, paying little attention to his grandson. The latter loitered idly up and down the office and hardware shop, watching Issachar wait on customers or rush shouting into the yard to attend to the wants of others there. Plainly this was Issachar"s busy day.
"Crimus!" he exclaimed, returning from one such excursion and mopping his forehead. "This doin" two men"s work ain"t no fun. Every time Labe goes on a time seem"s if trade was brisker"n it"s been for a month.
Seems as if all creation and part of East Harniss had been hangin" back waitin" till he had a shade on "fore they come to trade. Makes a feller feel like votin" the Prohibition ticket. I WOULD vote it, by crimustee, if I thought "twould do any good. "Twouldn"t though; Labe would take to drinkin" bay rum or Florida water or somethin", same as Hoppy Rogers done when he was alive. Jim Young says he went into Hoppy"s barber-shop once and there was Hoppy with a bottle of a new kind of hair-tonic in his hand. "Drummer that was here left it for a sample," says Hoppy.
"Wanted me to try it and, if I liked it, he cal"lated maybe I"d buy some. I don"t think I shall, though," he says; "don"t taste right to me." Yes, sir, Jim Young swears that"s true. Wan"t enough snake-killer in that hair tonic to suit Hoppy. I--Yes, Cap"n Lote, what is it? Want me, do ye?"
But the captain did not, as it happened, want Mr. Price at that time.
It was Albert whose name he had called. The boy went into the office and his grandfather rose and shut the door.
"Sit down, Al," he said, motioning toward a chair. When his grandson had seated himself Captain Zelotes tilted back his own desk chair upon its springs and looked at him.
"Well, son," he said, after a moment, "what do you think of it?"
"Think of it? I don"t know exactly what--"
"Of the place here. Shop, yards, the whole business. Z. Snow and Company--what do you think of it?"
Privately Albert was inclined to cla.s.sify the entire outfit as one-horse and countrified, but he deemed it wiser not to express this opinion. So he compromised and replied that it "seemed to be all right."
His grandfather nodded. "Thanks," he observed, dryly. "Glad you find it that way. Well, then, changin" the subject for a minute or two, what do you think about yourself?"
"About myself? About me? I don"t understand?"