"Now! what was I sayin'? Oh! The boss tells me there's a Mr. Judson
Bane of your crowd goin' to stop with us. Sent a telegraph dispatch
for a room to be saved for him. With bath! Land sakes! ain't the
whole ocean big enough for him to take a bath in? We ain't got nothing
like that. And two ladies--I forget their names. You know Mr. Bane?".
"I have met him--once," confessed Louise.
"Some swell he is, I bet," Gusty declared. "I'm goin' to speak to him.
Mebbe he can get me into the company. I ain't so _aw_-ful fat. I seen
a picture over to Paulmouth last night where there was a girl bigger'n
I am, and she took a re'l sad part.
"She cried re'l tears. _I_ can do that. All I got to do is to think
of something re'l mis'rable--like the time our old brahma hen, Beauty,
got bit by Esek Coe's dog, and ma had to saw her up. Then the tears'll
squeeze right out, _just as ea'sy_!"
Louise thought laughter would overcome her "just as easy" despite the
day and place. She knew a hearty burst of laughter in the church
edifice would amaze and shock the lingering congregation.
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