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Mame does not like the silence in which I wrap myself. She lets the tongs fall with a jangling shock, and then begins vivaciously to talk to me about the people of the neighborhood. "There's everything here. No need to go to Paris, nor even so much as abroad. This part; it's a little world cut out on the pattern of the others," she adds, proudly, wagging her worn-out head.
From the first Mame clung to me morning and night. Usually mornings she threw her arms around me in the dressing room. “Here's my Connie!” I saw myself forced to labor in the brassworks for life because of Mame's need of me. This need seemed more than spiritual. One day her pocketbook with twelve dollars had been stolen in the Subway. I lent her some cash.
"Let's go have another drink," said the private in Aviation. Fuselli looked at his watch; they had hours before train time. A girl in a loose dirty blouse wiped off the table. "Vin blank," said the other man. "Mame shows," said Fuselli. His head was full of gold and green mouldings and silk and crimson velvet and intricate designs in which naked pink-fleshed cupids writhed indecently.
"Next to the blank books, Mame," he said. "On the second shelf." Miss Cahill flashed a dazzling smile at the big sergeant, and whispered, so that the officer in the room behind her might not overhear, "Is he trying to sell you Government property, dad? Don't you touch it. Sergeant, I'm surprised at you tempting my poor father."
I could have managed quite a collation, but Mame didn't seem to be grieving over nothing to eat, so I made no lamentations. It was a sore subject with me, and I ruled provender in all its branches out of my conversation. "I am minded to touch light on explanations how I came to lose the way.
Mame Pennold, who had been hovering in the background, came forward now and faced him across the table, her shrewd eyes fastened upon him. "Must have easy hours, when you can get off in the morning like this?" she observed. "Didn't forget your old friends, did you?" "No, of course not. I hadn't anything more important to do this morning, so I thought I'd drop in and see you both."
She tossed the ball to the opposing team. "Foul on the first subs." Mame Cross caught the ball and took a position before the goal, but Berenice would not accept the decision of the referee. "Helen has a spite against me. How was I foul there?" Helen was given no opportunity to answer. Renee, who was just and severe at times, came forward. "Foul, of course, it was. It was evident as could be.
"I must have dozed a little while before morning, for my eyes were shut, and when I opened them it was daylight, and there stood Mame with her hair all done up neat and correct, and her eyes bright with admiration of existence. "'Gee whiz, Jeff! she exclaims, 'but I'm hungry. I could eat a "I looked up and caught her eye. Her smile went back in and she gave me a cold look of suspicion.
"'You seem to be right smart inveigled, says I, 'with the Unparalleled Exhibition of the World's Living Curiosities and Wonders. "'It's a change, says Mame. "'You'll need another, says I, 'if you keep on going every night. "'Don't be cross, Jeff, says she; 'it takes my mind off business. "'Don't the curiosities eat? I ask. "'Not all of them. Some of them are wax.
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