Primmie was there, of course, and with her was a little, thin man, with
a face sunburned to a bright, "boiled-lobster" red, and a bald head
which looked amazingly white by contrast, a yellowish wisp of mustache,
and an expression of intense solemnity, amounting almost to gloom. He
was dressed in the blue uniform of the lighthouse service and a blue cap
lay on the table beside him.

"Mr. Bangs," announced Primmie, "this is Mr. Zach Bloomer. Zach,
make you acquainted with Mr. Bangs, the one I was tellin' you about.
Mr.--Mr.--Oh, my savin' soul, what IS your first name, Mr. Bangs?"

"Galusha, Primmie. How do you do, Mr. Bloomer?"

The little man rose upon a pair of emphatically bowed legs and shook
hands. "I'm pretty smart," he observed, in a husky voice. Then he sat
down again. Galusha, after waiting a moment, sat down also. Primmie
seemed to be wrestling with a mental problem, but characteristically she
could not wrestle in silence.

"What was it I wanted to ask you, Mr. Bangs?" she said. "I snum I can't
think! Zach, what was it I wanted to ask Mr. Bangs?"

Mr. Bloomer paid not the slightest attention to the question. His sad
blue eye was fixed upon vacancy.

"Galushy--Galushy," he said, huskily. "Huh!"

Galusha was, naturally, rather startled.

"Eh? I--ah--beg your pardon," he observed.

"I was thinkin' about names," explained Mr. Bloomer. "Queer things,
names are, ain't they? Zacheus and Galushy.... Godfreys!"

He paused a moment and then added:

"'Zacheus he
Did climb a tree
His Lord to see.'

Well, if he wan't any taller'n I be he showed good jedgment.... Zacheus
and Galushy and Primrose!... Godfreys!"

Primmie was shocked. "Why, Zach Bloomer!" she exclaimed. "The idea of
your talkin' so about a person's name you never met but just now in your
lifetime."

Zacheus regarded the owner of the name.

"No offense meant and none given, Mr. Bangs," he observed. "Eh? That's
right, ain't it?"

"Certainly, certainly, Mr. Bloomer. I'm not in the least offended."

"Um-hm. Didn't cal'late you would be. Can't help our names, can we? If
my folks had asked me aforehand I'd a-been named plain John. As 'tis, my
name's like my legs, growed that way and it's too late to change."

Galusha smiled.

"You're a philosopher, I see, Mr. Bloomer," he said.

"He's assistant keeper over to the lighthouse," explained Primmie. As
before, Zach paid no heed.

"I don't know as I'd go so far as to cal