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Arise, some new Dante, and sing me the befitting corner of perdition for the man who sitteth in the house in his stockinged feet. Sisters of Patience who by reason of ties or duty have endured it in silk, yarn, cotton, lisle thread or woollen does not the new canto belong? The next day was Labor Day. The occupations of Mr. Cassidy and Mr. Fink ceased for one passage of the sun.
Cassidy had been chums in the downtown paper-box factory before they had married, one year before. Now she and her man occupied the flat above Mame and her man. Therefore she could not put on airs with Mame. "Don't it hurt when he soaks you?" asked Mrs. Fink, curiously. "Hurt!" Mrs. Cassidy gave a soprano scream of delight.
"Well," I said, after a few minutes, during which I had been eating with very poor appetite, "why don't you eat, Pomp?" "Done like um. 'Mell nasty." "It's only burnt," I said. "How Mass' George know what um eat?" "What?" I said, looking curiously at the meat. "Pomp fink it poor lil nigger been kill and cook um." "Nonsense; it's deer's flesh." "Mass' George sewer?" "Yes, quite." "Oh!"
"Ven I won't," said Wee Willie Winkie briefly. "But my faver says it's un-man-ly to be always kissing, and I didn't fink YOU'D do vat, Coppy." "I'm not always kissing, old chap. It's only now and then, and when you're bigger you'll do it too. Your father meant it's not good for little boys." "Ah!" said Wee Willie Winkie, now fully enlightened. "It's like ve sputter-brush?"
I tell Teddy lots of ones, all about bears and moons, and little flies that say things when they buzz," protested Rob, bound to stay at any price. "Tell one now, then, right away," said Dan, preparing to shoulder and bear him off. "Well, I will; let me fink a minute," and Rob climbed into his mother's lap, where he was cuddled, with the remark
Her altar was a high desk in a corner of the busy kitchen, and it was an altar of incense, of burnt-offerings, and of showbread. Inexorable as a goddess of the ancients was Miss Fink, and ten times as difficult to appease.
He looked long and silently at Miss Gussie Fink at the sane, simple, wholesomeness of her, at her clear brown eyes, at her white forehead from which the shining hair sprang away in such a delicate line, at her immaculately white shirtwaist, and her smooth, snug-fitting collar that came up to the lobes of her little pink ears, at her creamy skin, at her trim belt.
Fink and her charge reached the ground at least half an hour before the ticket office was opened; and I regret to say that that half hour was sufficient to enable her to form an acquaintance with one of the property men of the establishment, to whom she contrived to make herself so agreeable that he passed her and Charlie into the tent free of charge.
No girl had ever dreamed of refusing to allow Gussie to borrow her chamois for a second. To-night Miss Fink had come on at 10 P.M., which was just two hours later than usual. She knew that she was to work until 6 A.M., which may have accounted for the fact that she displayed very little of what the fans call ginger as she removed her hat and coat and hung them on the hook behind the desk.
"And we will visit it next time in company with good Dame Hansen if she will be kind enough to go with us. And now I think of it, my friends, I must drop a line to Kate, my old housekeeper, and Fink, my faithful old servant in Christiania. They will be very uneasy if they do not hear from me, and I shall get a terrible scolding. And now I have a confession to make to you.
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