The little man rose upon a pair of emphatically bowed legs and shook hands. “I'm pretty smart,” he observed, in a husky voice. Then he sat down again. Galusha, after waiting a moment, sat down also. Primmie seemed to be wrestling with a mental problem, but characteristically she could not wrestle in silence.
“What was it I wanted to ask you, Mr. Bangs?” she said. “I snum I can't think! Zach, what was it I wanted to ask Mr. Bangs?”
Mr. Bloomer paid not the slightest attention to the question. His sad blue eye was fixed upon vacancy.
“Galushy—Galushy,” he said, huskily. “Huh!”
Galusha was, naturally, rather startled.
“Eh? I—ah—beg your pardon,” he observed.
“I was thinkin' about names,” explained Mr. Bloomer. “Queer things, names are, ain't they? Zacheus and Galushy.... Godfreys!”
He paused a moment and then added:
“'Zacheus he
Did climb a tree
His Lord to see.'
Well, if he wan't any taller'n I be he showed good jedgment.... Zacheus and Galushy and Primrose!... Godfreys!”