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Babbitt said boyishly to Drew: "Say, doctor, now we've put this thing over, strikes me it's up to the dominie to blow the three of us to a dinner!" "Bully! You bet! Delighted!" cried Dr. Drew, in his manliest way. "And, uh, say, doctor, be sure and get Mr. Eathorne to come. Insist on it. It's, uh I think he sticks around home too much for his own health." Eathorne came. It was a friendly dinner.
His shrewd starveling face broadened with joy at dinner, and he blurted, "Gee whillikins, Mrs. Babbitt, if you knew how good it is to have home eats again!" Escott and Verona liked each other. All evening they "talked about ideas." They discovered that they were Radicals. True, they were sensible about it.
Gabe Bearse asked Babbie about it, and Phin here he " "Eh?" The captain turned to face his old enemy. "So you've been talkin', have you?" he asked. Mr. Babbitt leaned forward. "I ain't begun my talkin' yet, Sam Hunniwell," he snarled. "When I do you'll " He stopped. Grover had touched him on the shoulder. "Sshh!" said the Major quietly. To the absolute amazement of Captain Sam, Phineas subsided.
In a pleased way Eddie Swanson stated that he would have a physician analyze his coffee daily. The others were diverted to a discussion of the more agreeable recent murders, but Babbitt drew Louetta back to personal things: "That's the prettiest dress I ever saw in my life." "Do you honestly like it?" "Like it?
Babbitt drove, not at all carefully or fussily, sliding viciously past trucks, ignoring the truckmen's curses, to the City Hall; he stopped with a grind of wheels against the curb, and ran up the marble steps to the office of the Hon. Mr. Lucas Prout, the mayor. He bribed the mayor's doorman with a dollar; he was instantly inside, demanding, "You remember me, Mr. Prout?
THE certainty that he was not going to be accepted by the McKelveys made Babbitt feel guilty and a little absurd. But he went more regularly to the Elks; at a Chamber of Commerce luncheon he was oratorical regarding the wickedness of strikes; and again he saw himself as a Prominent Citizen. His clubs and associations were food comfortable to his spirit.
Babbitt will be after you directly if you aren't ready. Put on your cap." "I can't find it," I said. "I left it here, in its place, but I can't find it." There was a burst of laughter from three of my room-mates, as Miss St.
Babbitt marveled, "Of course we're up-to-date ourselves, but still, think of us entertaining a famous poet like Chum Frink, a fellow that on nothing but a poem or so every day and just writing a few advertisements pulls down fifteen thousand berries a year!" "Yes, and Howard Littlefield. Do you know, the other evening Eunice told me her papa speaks three languages!" said Mrs. Babbitt. "Huh!
On the way back Babbitt picked up his partner and father-in-law, Henry T. Thompson, at his kitchen-cabinet works, and they drove through South Zenith, a high-colored, banging, exciting region: new factories of hollow tile with gigantic wire-glass windows, surly old red-brick factories stained with tar, high-perched water-tanks, big red trucks like locomotives, and, on a score of hectic side-tracks, far-wandering freight-cars from the New York Central and apple orchards, the Great Northern and wheat-plateaus, the Southern Pacific and orange groves.
Don't you think we could do something with him, dearest?" "Why, Eunice, that isn't a nice way to speak of your papa," Babbitt observed, in the best Floral Heights manner, but he was happy for the first time in weeks. He pictured himself as the veteran liberal strengthened by the loyalty of the young generation. They went out to rifle the ice-box.
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