Part 31 (1/2)
”For twelve years I have been pretending not to know that you used the hotel soap to do your was.h.i.+ng in the bath-tub, and it is a relief to mention it to you.
”And, Miss Gaskett,” the deadly coldness of his voice made her s.h.i.+ver, ”I doubt if the fuzz under your bed has troubled you as much as the fact that for three summers your cat has had kittens in the linen closet has annoyed me.”
The Baltimore widow had his attention:
”It is possible that the drip from your faucet and the squeak in your rocking-chair gets on your nerves, my dear lady, but not more than your daily caterwauling on the hotel piano gets on mine.
”I shall miss your check, certainly, Mr. Appel, but not nearly so much as I shall enjoy the relief from listening to the story of the way you got your start as a 'breaker-boy' in the coal region.”
He bowed with the irony of Mephistopheles to Mrs. Budlong:
”Instead of discharging the man with the vacuum cleaner, I shall give him for his large family the cake and fruit you would have carried away from the table in your capacious pocket if you had been here.”
His eyes swept them all.
He would have given Mr. Budlong his attention, but that person's vanis.h.i.+ng back was all he could see of him, so he turned to the others and shouted:
”Go! The sooner the better. Get out of my sight--the lot of you! I'M GOING TO A REST CURE!”
His hand travelled toward the potato he used as a pen-wiper and there was something so significant in the action when taken in connection with his menacing expression that, without a word, they obeyed him.
CHAPTER XVII
COUNTING THEIR CHICKENS
The ”Happy Family” of The Colonial had decided to make up a congenial party and spend the remainder of the summer at the Lolabama Ranch in Wyoming. They were expected on the morrow, everything was in readiness for their coming, and, after supper, down by the corrals Wallie and Pinkey sat on their heels estimating their probable profits.
Pinkey's forehead was furrowed like a corrugated roof with the mental effort as he figured in the dust with a pointed stick while Wallie's face wore a look of absorption as he watched the progress, although he was already as familiar with it as with his multiplication tables.
”Ten head of dudes at $100 a month is a $1,000,” said Pinkey. ”And twelve months in the year times a $1,000 is $12,000. And, say----”
Wallie interrupted:
”But I've told you a dozen times they all go South in the winter. The most we can count on is two months now and perhaps more next summer.”
Pinkey replied confidently:
”You can't figger out ahead what a dude is goin' to do any more than a calf or a sheep. If we treat 'em right and they get stuck on the country they're liable to winter here instead of Floridy. Now, if we could winter--say--ten head of dudes at $150 a month for seven months, that would be $10,500. The trip through the Yellowstone Park and Jackson Hole Country is goin' to be a big item. Ten head of dudes--say--at $5.00 a day for--say--fifteen days is----”
”But you never deduct expenses, Pinkey. It isn't all profit. There's the interest on the investment, interest on the money we borrowed, groceries, the cook's wages, and we'll need helpers through the Yellowstone.”
”You're gettin' an awful habit of lookin' on the black side of things,”
said Pinkey, crossly.
”If we can pay expenses and have a $1,000 clear the first year, I'll be satisfied.”
”A thousand dollars!” Pinkey exclaimed, indignantly. ”You're easy pleased--I thought you had more ambition. Look at the different ways we got to git their money. Two bits apiece for salt water baths and eight baths a day--some of 'em might not go in reg'lar--every day, but, say eight of 'em do, anyway, eight times two bits is $2.00. Then $10.00 apiece every time they go to town in the stage-coach is, say, $100 a trip--and they go twict a week, say, that's $200.”
”But they might not go twice a week,” Wallie protested, ”nor all of them at a time.”