. Outing. y open and the unctuous smell ofstewing prunes greeted his nostrils. Tubbswas a patron saint of stewed prunes and hesniffed eagerly. He longed to go in andspear one with a toothpick and eat ithot. He started up the steps and peered girl was scouring viciously at the sinkand did not hear him. Not wishing tostartle her, he called, softly: Hilda! Vat? Get me a toothpick, will you? Hilda ceased scouring and stared at she began slowly backing away—untilshe faded from view in the dining-roombeyond. Confound women, anyhow! snarledthe aggrieved Tubbs. Then he whittled amatch
. Outing. y open and the unctuous smell ofstewing prunes greeted his nostrils. Tubbswas a patron saint of stewed prunes and hesniffed eagerly. He longed to go in andspear one with a toothpick and eat ithot. He started up the steps and peered girl was scouring viciously at the sinkand did not hear him. Not wishing tostartle her, he called, softly: Hilda! Vat? Get me a toothpick, will you? Hilda ceased scouring and stared at she began slowly backing away—untilshe faded from view in the dining-roombeyond. Confound women, anyhow! snarledthe aggrieved Tubbs. Then he whittled amatch to a point and delicately harpooneda simmering prune. Tiptoeing quietly out,he sat on the back steps and ate the was good. He wanted more, but, beinga hopeless consumptive, he felt the im-passable gulf that lay between himself andprunes ad lib. In the middle of the forenoon a tappingat the rear window drew his went up and found a placard leaningagainst the glass. It read as follows:. Ill call the health officer and have you quarantined in the barn. * 670 The Outing Magazine Glass of hot ginger tea on back it all at once.—Maria Tubbs. Washington Tubbs ground his teeth. Ifthere was any one thing in the entiremateria medica that he detested it was thissame hot ginger tea. It invariably gaggedhim, and he took it seldom, and then onlyon compulsion. This time it was on com-pulsion. He went doggedly to the indicated spotand saw that the placard had not betrayedhim—the tea was there, smoking luxur-iously. He seized it in one hand—thentransferred it to the other. 11 was very stepped out into the open air with theidea of cooling it. Then an idea struckhim—he would chuck it under the steps!He was about to pursue this plan when hebecame aware that he was being Tubbs was regarding him sadly fromthe sewing room window, while Mrs. Sim-mons and her two elderly daughters werehalf way out of their sitting room bay-window in an endeav
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