“And that I suppose is enough to keep one man busy,” she observed.
Galusha was too much in earnest to notice the sarcasm.
“I'm sure it must be,” he said. “I never could do it myself.”
“I can believe that without any trouble. Now what is your idea, Mr. Bangs; to write to your cousin, tell him everything I've told you, and then ask his advice? Is that it?”
That was not exactly it, apparently. Galusha thought that perhaps he might go to Boston forthwith, on the very next train, and consult Cousin Gussie in person. But Martha did not think this advisable.
“I certainly shouldn't put you to all that trouble,” she said. “No, I shouldn't, so please don't let's waste time arguin' about it. And, besides, I think a letter would be a great deal better.”
Galusha said that a letter was so slow.
“Maybe so, but it is sure. Truly now, Mr. Bangs, do you believe if you went to your cousin that you could tell him this Development Company yarn without gettin' it all tangled up? I doubt if you could.”
He reflected for a moment, and then ruefully shook his head.
“I'm afraid you are right,” he admitted. “I presume I could learn it—ah—by rote, perhaps, but I doubt if ever I could understand it thoroughly.”