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You doan' need to tell her I told you, but for such a young lady like you, sa-y, the brice in the newspaper doan' always got to be the brice in the hand, ain't it?" She laughed, the irises that had crowded out the gray in her eyes suddenly smaller and back to normal. In the little entrance adjoining, with its line-up of door bells, she pressed the button as directed.
Tracey was quiet for a time, working with the regularity of a mind relieved. But presently he felt unable to contain himself. Gratitude surged in his bosom, and he had to speak. "Sa-y, lis'en...." "Proceed, Tracey." "Say, Mist Nat, you've treated me somethin' immense." "Your mistake, Tracey. I haven't treated anybody since I've been here: I'm on the wagon."
"I love them because they're so clear and clean! Mountain water that's been filtered through pebbles." "Pebbles is right! I'm going to dike you out in one as big as a pebble. And poils! Sa-y, they're what cost the spondulicks. A guy showed me a string of little ones no bigger than pimples. Know what? That little string could knock the three spots out of a thousand-dollar bond I mean bill!"
You got my word it's all righd, Miss The name, blease Miss what?" "Par Parlow. Lilly Parlow." "All righd, Miss Parlow; that makes everything fine." She opened her purse, unfolding a bill. "I'll pay now," she said, calm with sudden decision. "Sa-y, I would have trusted you. But you're like me, I always say money speaks louder than words." "I'll be right back, Mrs. Neugass." "That's good.
But what's the idea of paying rent on a dining-room?" "Sa-y, if not for when Clara comes and how in America all young people got extravagant ideas, we was just as well off without one in our three rooms in Simpson Street." "A little more of that mackerel, please."
"Sa-y, I been so busy all evening I didn't have time to think. I'm not such a worrier no more like I used to be. Like the saying is life is too short." He drew up beside her, lifting her needles off her work. "Little sweetheart mamma, why don't you sit on the big sofa in the front room where it's more comfortable?" "You can't make, Sammy, out of a pig's ear a silk stocking."
"Then it is just what I want," said Lilly, giving him his smile, "only I hope it isn't too " He took to waggling his head, his little kindly eyes illuminated with a sunburst of wrinkles and his voice a festooned chant of rising and falling inflections. "Sa-y, if you can't pay three-fifty, she'll make it three.
"Oh, I do want to come here, Mrs. Neugass. I If only . Will you will you let me talk to you as I would to my own mother? I somehow I I think you will understand " Then Mrs. Neugass came closer, a little whisper of garlic in her breath and her eyes screwed to conniving. "Sa-y, miss, you doan' need to worry.
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