“Want to know what started you singin' about blessin's? Fust I thought 'twas the weathervane squeakin'. What tuned you up, eh?”
Isaiah looked rather foolish, but he grinned.
“I was thinkin' about Mary-'Gusta,” he said.
“You was, eh? Well, she's been a blessin' to us, there's no doubt about that.”
“Indeed she has,” concurred Zoeth.
But Isaiah had the final word.
“Huh!” he declared, “she's more'n one blessin', she's a whole shower. That's what set me to singin' about 'em.”
He departed for the kitchen once more, the falsetto rising triumphant:
“There shall be showers of blessin's,
Send 'em upon us, oh Lord!”
Captain Shad looked after him. Then he turned to his friend and partner and said earnestly: