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Detwiller felt that there was more envy than truth in this last remark, and he was rash enough to speak up for justice: "You could if you'd a mind to? Yep. If you'd a mind to! That's what somebody said about Shakespeare's plays. 'I could a wrote 'em myself if I'd a mind to, says he, and somebody else said, 'Yes, if you'd a mind to, he says. And that's about it.
Hotel Vanderbilt was driving by in her new barouche, it would be just like Roscoe Detwiller to turn in at the gate, flounce down on the top step and sit there with his vest unbuttoned, and his seersucker coat under his arm, while he mopped the inside of his hat with his handkerchief. But that was the discomfort of the morrow. To-day had its own spawn.
The pyschology must be correct, for it is incoherent. Mrs. Budlong herself was never known to break any of the commandments, but in her back parlor her neighbors made flitters of the one against coveting thy neighbor's and-so-forth and so-on. It was when Mr. and Mrs. County Road Supervisor Detwiller were walking home from one of these occasions, that Mr.
The affair Detwiller had turned out badly, but Mr. Budlong would not yield to one defeat. He watched eagerly for the next misdemeanor of his young hopeless. He relied on him to embroil, as it were, all Europe in an international conflict. But the dove of peace seemed to have alighted on Ulysses' shoulder.
Ulysses' articulation was impeded with sobs and the oscillations of three semi-detached teeth, that waved in the breeze as he screamed: "Little Clarence Detwiller LICKED me! so he did! and I on'y p-pushed him off his sled into a puddle of ice wa-wa-water and he attackted me and kicked my f-f-Face-ace off." Mr. and Mrs.
"Roscoe Detwiller, if you're goin' to praise that woman in the presence of your own lawful wife, I'll never speak to you the longest day I live." "Who's praisin' her? I was just sayin' " "Why, Roscoe Detwiller, you did, too! And I should think you'd be ashamed of yourself." "Say, what ails you? Why, I was roastin' her to beat the band."
"You call up Roscoe Detwiller this minute and tell him his son has criminal tendencies and ought to be in jail and will undoubtedly die on the gallows. Then he won't speak to you to-morrow." "You bet he won't. He'll just quietly do to me what his boy did to Ulie. No, my dear, you tell all that to Mrs. Detwiller yourself." Mrs. Budlong tossed her head with fine contempt.
Budlong became the victim of her own classic device of pretending to let slip a secret. The townswomen shamelessly turned her own formula against her. Mrs. Detwiller met her at church and said: "Yesterday morning at eleven I had the most curious presentiment, my dear.
Then she fell panicky again and held the transmitter to him appealingly. He waved her away scornfully. She set her teeth hard and there was grimness in her eye and tone as she said: "Is this you, Mrs. Detwiller! Oh, yes, thank you, I'm very well. I wanted to tell you-m oh, yes, he's well, too. But what I started to say was Yes, so Ulie says!
Detwiller, with a mixture of contempt and awe. "Invites 'em to a dinner party or two around Christmas marketing time, and begins to talk about how pretty the shops are and how tempting everything she wants is; says she saw a nimitation bronze clock at Strouther and Streckfuss's that it almost broke her heart to leave there.
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