“We was talkin' about Mr. Williams,” began Phinney.
“The Grand Panjandrum of East Harniss,” broke in the depot master. “East Harniss is blessed with a great man, Bailey, and, like consider'ble many blessin's he ain't entirely unmixed.”
Obed and Simeon looked puzzled, but Captain Stitt bounced in his chair like a good-natured rubber ball. “Ho! ho!” he chuckled, “you don't surprise me, Sol. We had a great man over to South Orham three years ago and he begun by blessin's and ended with—with t'other thing. Ho! ho!”
“What do you mean?” demanded Sim.
“Why, I mean Stingy Gabe. You've heard of Stingy Gabe, ain't you?”
“I guess we've all heard somethin' about him,” laughed Captain Sol; “but we're willin' to hear more. He was a reformer, wa'n't he?”
“He sartin was! Ho! ho!”
“For the land sakes, tell it, Bailey,” demanded Mr. Gott impatiently. “Don't sit there bouncin' and gurglin' and gettin' purple in the face. Tell it, or you'll bust tryin' to keep it in.”
“Oh, it's a great, long—” began Captain Bailey protestingly.
“Go on,” urged Phinney. “We've got more time than anything else, the most of us. Who was this Stingy Gabe?”