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I've had my salary raised." "Do you have to walk as fast as this?" "I said I was in a hurry. Once a week I get off a little early. He eyed her suspiciously. "Early! What for?" "I go to the hospital. The Rosenfeld boy is still there, you know." "Oh!" But a moment later he burst out irritably: "That was an accident, Grace. The boy took the chance when he engaged to drive the car.
"But Palmer is a pauper, practically. We are going to take our meals at home for a while. You see, certain things that we want we can't have if we take a house a car, for instance. We'll need one for running out to the Country Club to dinner. Of course, unless father gives me one for a wedding present, it will be a cheap one. And we're getting the Rosenfeld boy to drive it.
The light from a passing machine showed a youthful figure that looked like Joe Drummond. Life, that had always seemed so simple, was growing very complicated for Sidney: Joe and K., Palmer and Christine, Johnny Rosenfeld, Carlotta either lonely or tragic, all of them, or both. Life in the raw. Toward morning Carlotta wakened. The night assistant was still there.
It was a page torn out of an order book, and it read: "Sigsbee may have light diet; Rosenfeld massage." Underneath was written, very small: "You are the most beautiful person in the world." Two reasons had prompted Wilson to request to have Sidney in the operating-room.
K., going in one day to take Johnny Rosenfeld a basket of fruit, saw her there with a child in her arms, and a light in her eyes that he had never seen before. It hurt him, rather things being as they were with him. When he came out he looked straight ahead. With the opening of spring the little house at Hillfoot took on fresh activities. Tillie was house-cleaning with great thoroughness.
Ed's cast-off trousers, was his only wear; and fished in his pocket. "How much, Doc?" "Two dollars," said Dr. Ed briskly. "Holy cats! For one jab of a knife! My old woman works a day and a half for two dollars." "I guess it's worth two dollars to you to be able to sleep on your back." He was imperturbably straightening his small glass table. He knew Rosenfeld.
If I get a chance, I'm going to beat it while the wind's my way." But, talk as he might, in Johnny Rosenfeld's loyal heart there was no thought of desertion. Palmer had given him a man's job, and he would stick by it, no matter what came. There were some things that Johnny Rosenfeld did not tell his mother.
After a month in the Archangel field several national army men were transferred to fill up again its depleted ranks. It was the commanding officer of this Ambulance Company, Captain Rosenfeld, who, though too strict to be popular with his outfit, was held in very high esteem by the doughboys for his vigilant attention to them.
Fortunately for Palmer, Tillie did not see him. A heavy German maid waited at the table in the dining-room, while Tillie baked waffles in the kitchen. Johnny Rosenfeld, going around the side path to the kitchen door with visions of hot coffee and a country supper for his frozen stomach, saw her through the window bending flushed over the stove, and hesitated.
"Believe it or not," said Christine doggedly, "that's exactly what has happened. I got something out of that little rat of a Rosenfeld boy, and the rest I know because I know Palmer. He's out with her to-night." The hospital had taught Sidney one thing: that it took many people to make a world, and that out of these some were inevitably vicious. But vice had remained for her a clear abstraction.
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