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It was bidding "good-by" with faint hope of "au revoir." Ladies going abroad, even brides, thought little of their deck costumes so long as they included a well-tailored life-preserver. Mrs. Thropp stared at Kedzie and breathed hard in her creaking satin. And Adna looked out at her over the high collar that took a nip at his Adam's apple every time he swallowed it.
Adna R. Chaffee in the fight of the Big Dry Wash. There was good reason for the delayed settlement of Tonto Basin, for it was a region traversed continually by a number of Indian tribes. It was a sort of No Man's Land, in which wandered the Mohave-Apache and the Tonto, the Cibicu and White Mountain Apaches, not always at peace among themselves.
Her cheeks were blubbered, her nose red, her mouth swollen, her hair wet and stringy. She gulped and swallowed and beat her hands together and stamped her feet. Adna glared at her in hatred equal to her own for him. He said to his wife: "Ma, we got to go back to first principles with that girl. You got to give her a good beatin'." Mrs. Thropp had the will but not the power.
Even her mother said "Well!" and Adna paid the architects the tribute of an exclamation: "Humph! So this is the new station we was readin' about. Some bigger'n ours at home, eh, Kedzie?" But Kedzie was not there. They had lost her and had to turn back. She was in a trance. When they snatched her down to earth again and pulled her through the crowds she began to adore the people.
And in the days of Joiakim were priests, the chief of the fathers: of Seraiah, Meraiah; of Jeremiah, Hananiah; Of Ezra, Meshullam; of Amariah, Jehohanan; Of Melicu, Jonathan; of Shebaniah, Joseph; Of Harim, Adna; of Meraioth, Helkai; Of Iddo, Zechariah; of Ginnethon, Meshullam; Of Abijah, Zichri; of Miniamin, of Moadiah, Piltai: Of Bilgah, Shammua; of Shemaiah, Jehonathan;
"Well, we didn't live together very long, and I was perfectly miser'ble every minute." "You poor little honey child!" said Mrs. Thropp, who felt her lamb coming back to her, and even Adna reached over and squeezed her hand and rubbed her knuckles with his rough thumb uncomfortably.
Altruism is perhaps the most expensive of the virtues. No less epochal were those months for the Dyckmans, bride and groom. Their problems began to bourgeon immediately after they left New Jersey and went to Kedzie's old apartment for further debate as to their future lodgings. Mr. and Mrs. Thropp were amazed by their sudden return. Adna was a trifle sheepish.
It saved their feelings, he had heard. The waiter bowed and retired. Adna spoke to his family: "Since we pay the same, anyway, might's well have the best they got." The waiter gave the three a meal fitter for the ancient days when kings had dinner at nine in the morning than for these degenerate times when breakfast hardly lives up to its name.
But Kedzie only shook out more sobs till they wondered what the people next door would think. Adna was wan with wrath. Kedzie was afraid of her father's look. She had a kind of lockjaw of grief such as children suffer and suffer for. All she would answer to her father's threats was: "I won't! I won't! I tell you I won't!"
She pushed past Dyckman, and silencing the stupefied Adna with a glare, swept him out through the dining-room into the kitchen. It amazed Mrs. Thropp to find a kitchen so many flights up-stairs. The ingenuity of the devices, the step-saving cupboard, the dry ice-box with its coils of cold-air pipes, the gas-stove, the electric appliances, were like wonderful new toys to her.
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