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I spent the morning with mother at the dressmakers and she chose two perfectly spiffing things, one of white chiffon over silk, made modafied Empire, with little bunches of roses here and there on it, and when she and the dressmaker were hagling over the roses, I took the scizzors and cut the neck of the lining two inches lower in front. The effect was posatively impressive.
Under the table where Meyer sits with his big feet so much to look at Flora played, a soiled bundle, with a ball of yarn and a huge gleaming scizzors. No one perhaps comes, and then I do not mind sitting and keeping the store. I saw a dead horse in the street. A dead horse, two days dead, rotting and stiff.
Ralph reddened but said naught, and let her put scizzors amongst his curly locks, and take what of them she would. And then he went to his bed, and pondered these matters somewhat, and said to himself that it was by this damsel's means that he should find the Well at the World's End.
She has a flat with Sun and a swell husband who wears a swallow-tail and takes her out to parties. She has a diamond ring, her corsets are sweet. She has things to put into her time like candies into her mouth, like loved kisses into my mouth. She is all new with her smooth skin going below the collar of her suit. She has a child, and she lets her play dirty with scizzors under a tailor table.
I went upstairs and manacured my nails, which usually comforts me, and put my hair up like Leila's. But nothing could calm me. I had made my own Fate, and must lie in it. And just then Hannah slipped in with a box in her hands and her eyes frightened. "Oh, Miss Barbara!" she said. "If your mother sees this!" I dropped my manacure scizzors, I was so alarmed.
But owing to nervousness the first day I had, while practicing in the chicken yard, hit the Gardner in the pocket and would have injured him severely had he not had his garden scizzors in his pocket. He was very angry, and said he had a bruize the exact shape of the scizzors on him, so I had had to give him the ten plus five dollars more, which was all I had and left me stranded.
It was also to low, so that when I had got it all hooked about four inches of my LINGERIE showed. As it had been hard as anything to hook, I was obliged to take the scizzors and cut off the said LINGERIE. The result was good, although very DECOLLTE. I have no bones in my neck, or practicaly so. And now came my moment of temptation.
Between slow dark curve, swift dark stroke of these two women, under a tailor's table the burn of a dirty child, mumbling intent with scizzors between her soiled frail legs, at play with loose hair. "Is this the one?" The curve and the stroke came near across the table. "Yes." Eyes met. She is tidy and fresh, less beautiful, though, than I. She has no child.
Where her father's hands leave off from her, she stays. She sinks back to the floor. She looks at her little fists from which the scizzors are gone. She misses hard gleaming steel. She opens and shuts her fists and looks at them: she cries. But she does not move. Her mother does not move. Her father does not move. He squats on the table. His head sways with his thoughts.
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