Well, bring him
into the dinin' room and tell him I'll be right there. Humph!" she
added, after Primmie had departed, "I wonder what Raish Pulcifer wants
to see me about. I can't imagine, but I guess it isn't likely to be very
important. I'll be back in a few minutes, Mr. Bangs."
It was, however, a full half hour before she re-entered the sitting
room, and when she did so there was a puzzled expression on her face.
"Now, that's funny," she observed, musingly; "that certainly is funny.
What is he drivin' at, I wonder?"
"Mr. Pulcifer?" inquired Galusha.
"Why, yes. He didn't say so in so many words; in fact, he didn't really
say much of anything right out. He wouldn't be Raish Pulcifer if he was
straight and plain. He talked about the weather and how he hadn't seen
me for some time and just thought he'd call, and so on. That was just
greasin' the ways for the launchin', as father would have said. He edged
around and edged around and finally brought up the thing I'm pretty sure
he came to see me about, my two hundred and fifty shares of Wellmouth
Development Company stock."
Galusha caught his breath. "Eh?" he exclaimed.
"Yes; I think he came to see me about just those shares. Of course, he
thinks I've still got them. He talked about his own shares and about the
company in general and how it wasn't likely to amount to much and--oh,
well, never mind; he talked a mile before he gained a foot.
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