“You hev!” Uncle William’s face beamed. “That’s good—He’s fired him, Andy—”
“When’s he going to leave?” asked Andy.
“He’s going to leave just as soon as he can pack,” said Bodet with satisfaction, “He’s stood all he can—and so have I.” He threw out his thin legs and looked at them. “I don’t think I ever knew a man that irritated me the way he did,” he said reflectively.
“I see he kind o’ did,” said Uncle William.
Andy looked out to sea. “Harr’et was boardin’ him,” he said, “She was cal’-lating on the board money—right along.” His eye dropped to Bodet.
The man threw out an impatient leg.
“Now, don’t you mind about that,” said Uncle William hastily, “Benjy ’ll fix it up all right—He’s got to have somebody to build his house, and it’s got to be somebody that ’ll eat—somebody with a stomach.”
The thin man sat up, smiling a little.
“I wish to the Lord I knew whose stomach it was!” he said, “It’s like trying to build a house in heaven—having to import contractors and masons and plumbers—”
Uncle William chuckled—— “We gen’ally use the home-folks, round here,” he said after a pause.