“You ain't a yellow primrose, Posy,” he said. “You're a red one-red and speckled. Mr. Bangs,” he added, before the outraged Primmie could reply, “I think consider'ble about names, havin' such a out-of-common sort of a one myself. I never heard your name afore.... Galusha.... Godfreys! Was you named for somebody in the family?” “Yes.” “I see. Yes, yes. Most generally names like that, the tough ones, come out of the Bible in the fust place. Is your name in Scriptur' anywheres?” “I don't know. I--ah--presume I should, but I don't.” “Um-hm. Queer names in the Bible.... Um-hm. And some good ones, too.... I've always been a good deal interested in names. Used to set around hours at a stretch, when I was aboard the old lightship, and try to pick out what name in Scriptur' I cal'lated I'd ruther be called. Finally I got down to two--John and Paul. Both of 'em short and sensible, no frills to 'em. Of the two I figgered maybe Paul would fit me best. Paul, he was shipwrecked one time, you remember, and I've been wrecked no less'n three.... Paul.... Um-hm.... Say, Mr. Bangs, have you ever tried to fit yourself with a Bible name?” Galusha smiled and said he never had. Primmie, who had been silent for almost three minutes, could remain so no longer. “I think Solomon would be the right name for you, Mr. Bangs,” she cried, enthusiastically. “You know such a terrible lot--about some kinds of things.” This last a hasty addition. Zach snorted. “Solomon!” he repeated. “Dan Beebe--Ras Beebe's cousin over to Trumet--named his boy Solomon, and last week they took the young-one up to the State home for feeble-minded. What name would you pick out of the Bible for yourself, Mr. Bangs?” It was then that Galusha made the reply to which reference has been made. His smile changed and became what Primmie described as “one of his one-sided ones.” “Ah--um--well--Ananias, perhaps,” he said, and walked away. Zach and Miss Cash stared after him. Of course, it was the latter who spoke first. “Ananias!” she repeated. “Why, Ananias was the feller that--that lied so and was struck down dead. I remember him in Sunday school. Him and his wife Sophrony. Seems to me 'twas Sophrony; it might have been Maria, though. But, anyhow, they died lyin'.” “That so? I thought they lied dyin'.” “Oh, be still! But what did Mr. Bangs pick out THAT name for--of all names? Can you tell me that?” Zacheus could not, of course, nor did he attempt it. Instead, he rose and gazed sadly at his companion. “He said it for a joke, Buttercups,” he observed. “Joke. YOU know, a joke. One of them things that--I tell you what: You look up 'joke' in the dictionary and then, after you've found out what 'tis, I'll lend you a patent-medicine almanac with one or two of 'em in it.... Well, I've got to be gettin' under way. So long, Posy.”