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"What do you want for the river-view property you have just purchased?" Mr. Slosher demanded. "I don't know," confessed Johnny, laughing. "The valuation is going up so rapidly that I can't keep track of it myself. Mrs. Guff was just in, asking the price." Mrs.
My kind neighbors have handed me a ten-story apartment-house, with a minimum rental per suite of three thousand dollars a year. I'm going to build their neighborhood ornament and fill it with high-toned niggers!" Mrs. Slosher smiled. She was a beautiful young woman. To youth belongs much. Johnny Gamble, caught amidships, as it were, snorted. "Well, I don't live out there," he said. Mr.
"If all the old families had been as careful the Bend would not have deteriorated," Val stated maliciously, knowing just how to encourage her. "However, the new-comers are benefited by Miss Purry's resolve particularly Mrs. Slosher.
The Sloshers are just on the other side of the drive from the vacant property, and they have almost as good a river view as if they had been able to purchase it and build upon it in the first place." The green of Miss Purry's eyes deepened another tone. "Mr. Slosher, who is now in Europe, was almost brutal in his determination to purchase the property," she stated with painful repression.
Slosher is always talking about their superb river view and the general superiority of the Slosher location, the Slosher residence, the Slosher everything! I'm glad of it!" The other ladies felt that Mrs. Mason was very catty. At four o'clock that afternoon Johnny entered in his book: "May third. To seven hours nine hours behind schedule $35,000. To Purry speculation, $210,000."
Slosher tapped the toe of a beautiful satin carriage slipper impatiently upon the floor, and a very bright red spot glowed on each cheek; but she did not say a word. She only looked at her husband. Mr. Gamble had a queer idea that her mere gaze could, on an occasion like this, burn holes through a cake of ice. Certain it is that Mr.
Slosher called in person, accompanied by his wife. There is no need to describe Mr. Slosher, who was merely an elderly gentleman of much vigor and directness; and it is impossible to describe Mrs. Slosher, who was never twice alike, anyhow, being merely the spirit of a beautiful ever changing youth in a body of beautiful ever changing habiliments.
"Thanks for the tip," returned Johnny. "I may need it." "You're going to give us our apartment-house property, aren't you?" Mrs. Slosher knew by his very appearance. "It's only a matter of closing the deal," Johnny told her with a perfectly justifiable smile which Constance, from a distance, criticized severely. He drew an envelope from his pocket and took from it a paper which he passed to Mr.
"You may keep the property," she wheezed. "Nobody will pay that price not even William Slosher; and he'll buy anything if his wife pouts for it in the ridiculous French clothes she's brought back with her." "So the Sloshers are back?" he guessed, with an understanding, at last, of her agitation. "They came last night," she admitted, inflating with a multitude of feelings.
A handsome passing couple caught Johnny's eye a keen and vigorous-looking elderly gentleman, and Springtime come among them in the pink and white of apple blossoms sweet and fresh and smiling; as guileless as the May itself, but competent! "Excuse me," said Johnny, and tore himself away from the girl whose natural beauty made Mrs. Slosher an exquisite work of art. "Beg your pardon, Mr. Slosher."
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