“Boston, eh? Um-hm. I see. Yes, yes. What's your first name?”
“Mine? Oh, my name is Galusha.”
“Eh? Ga—WHAT did you say 'twas?”
“Galusha. It IS an odd name.”
“Yes, I'd say 'twas. Don't cal'late as I ever heard tell of it afore. Ga—Ga—”
“Galusha.”
“Galushy, eh? I see. Strange what names folks 'll christen onto children, ain't it? There's lots of queer things in the world; did you ever stop to think about that, Mister—Mister Bangs?”
Mr. Bangs, who was leaning back against the upholstered seat as if he found the position decidedly comforting, smiled faintly.
“We have all thought that, I'm sure,” he said. “'There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.'”
Mr. Pulcifer was not easily startled, but his jerk of surprise sent the car perilously near the side of the road.