“That's the cuss. Well, I ain't never lived in a tub, but I've spent consider'ble time ON one; I was aboard a lightship for five or six year. Ever lived aboard a lightship, Mr. Bangs?”
“No.”
“Humph!... Don't feel disapp'inted on that account, do you?”
“Why—ah—no, I don't know that I do.”
“Ain't no occasion. 'Bout the same as bein' in jail, 'tis—only a jail don't keep heavin' up and down. First week or so you talk. By the second week the talk's all run out of you, like molasses out of a hogshead. Then you set and think.”
“I see. And so much thinking tends to bring out—ah—philosophy, I suppose.”
“Huh! Maybe so. So much settin' wears out overalls, I know that.”
Primmie interrupted.
“I've got it!” she cried, enthusiastically. “I know now!”
Galusha started nervously. Primmie's explosiveness was disturbing. It did not disturb Mr. Bloomer, however.