Hugh glanced away to
his father, then around to the commodore, up to Watson, and back again
upon the spectacle. In a tone of remote allusion the grandfather spoke:
"One wants a choice partnership for a sight like that."
Hugh cast back a sudden frown but it softened promptly to a smile which
old Joy thought wonderfully sweet.
"Late sleepers," persisted the commodore, "know what they gain but not
what they lose."
"Naw yit," audibly soliloquized the nurse, "what dey makes de early
riseh lose." She added a soft high-treble "humph!" and gave herself a
smile at least as sweet as Hugh's, which he repeated to her as he said:
"Good morning, auntie."
She courtesied. "Mawnin', suh." They need not have been more cordial had
they just signed a great treaty.
* * * * *
The _Votaress_, swinging westward, left the picture behind, and the
neglected exhorter, caring far less for cranes and clouds than for
pelicans and sinners, reopened, this time on Hugh: "But that's anotheh
thing 'at rises my bristles, ev'm ef it don't the bishop's."
"What rises them?" asked the solemn Hugh, the commodore's attention
wandering.
"Shell I spit it out? Wall, it's folks a-_proj_-eckin' togetheh--church
membehs an' non-membehs a-_proj_-eckin' _togetheh_--fo' to drownd Gawd
A'mighty's chas-tise_ments_ in the devil's delights.
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