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The wording of Monsieur Isadore's volcanic remarks I cannot state, but he butchered, cut up, roasted, carved, peppered, and salted Rounders's moral and social character in such a masterly way that Baxter laughed himself hoarse.
An obliging butler carried this remark to Monsieur Isadore as he was sipping his wine in his dressing-gown and slippers. The interesting part of this anecdote was Baxter's description of Isadore's rage. The furious cook took a cab and drove directly to Baxter's hotel.
Most of the crowd were troubled over Isadore's absence. Some suggested pulling the emergency cord and stopping the train; others were for telegraphing back from the next station. All were talking at once, indeed, when the rear door opened and in came the conductor, escorting the shivering Isadore. "Does this this tyke belong in here?" demanded the man of brass buttons, with much emphasis.
"All right all right drive me crazy because he's got a birthday." "Leon baby if you don't stop hollering you'll make yourself sick. Abrahm, I never saw him like this he's green " "I'll green him. Where is that old feedle from Isadore that seventy-five-cents one?" "I never thought of that! You broke it that time you got mad at Isadore's lessons. I'll run down.
"On one condition," she replied. "Yes," I said, "yes. And again yes. What is it?" "That you will obey me sometimes." "It is a privilege I long for," I answered. "You did not begin with promise," she said. I released her hand, and she drew the ivory from her gown and gave it me. I kissed it. "I will go to Monsieur Isadore's and get the frame," I said.
"On one condition," she replied. "Yes," I said, "yes. And again yes. What is it?" "That you will obey me sometimes." "It is a privilege I long for," I answered. "You did not begin with promise," she said. I released her hand, and she drew the ivory from her gown and gave it me. I kissed it. "I will go to Monsieur Isadore's and get the frame," I said.
"All right all right drive me crazy because he's got a birthday." "Leon baby if you don't stop hollering you'll make yourself sick. Abrahm, I never saw him like this he's green " "I'll green him. Where is that old feedle from Isadora that seventy-five-cents one?" "I never thought of that! You broke it that time you got mad at Isadore's lessons. I'll run down.
The party had the hill to themselves. It being a race to the hill-top, with the first two girls to take their places on the toboggan of the first boy, naturally Heavy was out of the running, and bound to be last. She came panting to the starting platform, and found Ruth waiting to share Isadore's sled with her. Tom, with Madge and Belle, had already shot down the icy chute.
Isadore's specialty was ices, pastry, salads, and all sorts of delicate preparations, and he had excelled himself on this occasion, especially in the matter of sweets. At an unhappy moment Rounders had said to his neighbor that if she could taste the sort of thing she was eating as his cook made it she would know what it really ought to be.
As they panted up the hill Tom and his two companions shot past and waved their hands at them; then followed Bob Steele's crew and Helen shouted some laughing gibe at them. Isadore's face grew black. "I declare! I wish you girls would stir yourselves. Hurry up!" he growled quite ungallantly. "What's the hurry?" panted Heavy. "There's nobody paying us for this; is there?
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