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"Oh, I thought prob'ly you could play it. You can do 'most everything. Honest, I've never seen nothing like it." "Now you stop, Mr. Wrenn. I know I'm a what was it Mr. Teddem used to call me? A minx. But " "Miss Nelly! You aren't a minx!" "Well " "Or a mink, either. You're a let's see an antelope." "I am not! Even if I can wriggle my nose like a rabbit. Besides, it sounds like a muskmelon.
Teddem was in wonderful form; he mimicked every one they saw so amiably that Tom Poppins knew the actor wanted to borrow money. The party were lovingly humming the popular song of the time "Any Little Girl That's a Nice Little Girl is the Right Little Girl for Me" as they frisked up the gloomy steps of the Zapps. Entering, Poppins and Teddem struck attitudes on the inside stairs and sang aloud.
Ebbitt inspected Horatio Hood Teddem darkly, clicked his spectacle case sharply shut, and fell to eating, as though he had settled all this nonsense. With occasional witty interruptions from the actor, Mr. Wrenn told of pitching hay, of the wit of Morton, and the wickedness of Satan, the boss. "But you haven't told us about the brave things you did," cooed Mrs. Arty.
I'll help you all I can, of course.... Tell you what you ought to do: get hold of Teddem he's had a lot of stage experience; he'd help you about seeing the managers. That 'd be the hard part you can write it, all right, but you'd have to get next to the guys on the inside, and Teddem Say, you certainly ought to write this thing, Bill. Might make a lot of money." "Oh, a lot!" breathed Nelly.
I read about that in American history!... But honestly, Mr. Wrenn, I do believe you care for tramps and things not like that Teddem or Mr. Duncan they always want to just stay in town or even Tom, though he's an old dear." Mr. Wrenn looked jealous, with a small hot jealousy. She hastened on with: "Of course, I mean he's just like a big brother. To all of us."
Horatio Hood Teddem, spreading caviar on a sandwich, and loudly singing his masterpiece, "Waal I swan," stopped short and fixed amazed eyes on the door of the room. Mr. Wrenn hastily turned. The light fell as on a cliff of crumbly gray rock on Mrs. Zapp, in the open door, vast in her ungirdled gray wrapper, her arms folded, glowering speechlessly.
He had a frightened hope that after dinner he would be able to get into a corner and talk with Nelly, but Tom Poppins conferred with Horatio Hood Teddenm and called Mr. Wrenn aside. Teddem had been acting with a moving-picture company for a week, and had three passes to the celebrated Waldorf Photoplay Theater. Mr.
If you want to call them up I guess the manager'll give me a pretty good recommend." "I don't believe I'll need it, Mr. Wrenn. It's my business to find out what sort of animiles men are by just talking to them." She rose, smiled, plumped out her hand. "You will be nice to Nelly, won't you! I'm going to fire that Teddem out don't tell him, but I am because he gets too fresh with her." "Yes!"
Teddem was saying that nobody could be a poet or like that unless they drank an awful lot and uh oh, not be honest and be on a job. But you aren't like that. Are you?" He looked self-conscious and mumbled, earnestly, "Well, I try not to be." "But I am going to make you go to church. You'll be a socialist or something like that if you get to be too much of a poet and don't "
Say, why wouldn't it be great to have the millionaire's daughter say to her father, "Do you believe in love?" "Gee, I believe in love!" he yearned to himself, as he felt Nelly's arm unconsciously touch his. Tom Poppins had Horatio Hood Teddem in that afternoon for a hot toddy. Horatio looked very boyish, very confiding, and borrowed five dollars from Mr.
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