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"Do you mean to say that there were Yankees in those days?"
inquired Mrs. Jasher frivolously.
The Professor tucked his hands under his shabby coattails and
strode up and down the room warming his rage, which was provoked
by such ignorance.
"Good heavens, madam, where have you lived?" he exclaimed
explosively--"are you a fool, or merely an ignorant woman? I am
talking of prehistoric times, thousands of years ago, when you
were probably a stray atom embedded in the slime."
"Oh, you horrid creature!" cried Mrs. Jasher indignantly, and was
about to give Braddock her opinion, if only to show him that she
could hold her own, when the door opened.
"How are you, Mrs. Jasher?" said Lucy, advancing.
"Here am I and here is Archie. Dinner is ready. And you--"
"I am very hungry," said Mrs. Jasher. "I have been called an
atom of the slime," then she laughed and took possession of young
Hope.
Lucy wrinkled her brow; she did not approve of the widow's
man-annexing instinct.
CHAPTER III
A MYSTERIOUS TOMB
One member of the Braddock household was not included in the
general staff, being a mere appendage of the Professor himself.
This was a dwarfish, misshapen Kanaka, a pigmy in height, but a
giant in breadth, with short, thick legs, and long, powerful
arms.
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