But with trainin', Zenas Henry now does his plowin',
plantin' an' harvestin' in somethin' approachin' alarm-clock fashion.
Of course, he backslides if he ain't constantly held to it; but knowin'
his past it's a miracle what Abbie's made of him. She ain't never
wholly reformed his temper, though. There's plenty of cayenne in that
still. I reckon if you was to amputate Zenas Henry's temper you'd find
you had took away the most interestin' part of him."
His listener smiled.
"Now you go ahead an' arrange things with Delight, Bob," continued
Willie. "An interview with her won't be no great hardship for you,
will it? I thought not. An' any fillin' in I can do, I'll do--any
fillin' in," he repeated significantly. "You can count on me to plug
any gaps that come anywheres--remember that."
"It's bully of you, Willie!" cried Bob, seizing his hand.
"Not a mite," protested the little man, with a deprecating gesture.
"Now that I've got Bart Coffin an' Minnie livin' like turtle doves, an'
Jack Nickerson as good as married to Sarah Libbie Lewis, two of my
ships seem to have dropped anchor safe an' sound.
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