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"I thought it would ease his mind and give him the notion I was safe for a while," smiled Stratton. "Of course you could say I tried for a job but you were full up." "That would be easier," agreed Tenny. "I could keep my mouth shut, but I couldn't guarantee about the boys.
"Well, for my part, I think a good deal more of Eva Loud than if she had come out all frizzed and ruffled shows her heart is in the right place," said the man who had spoken first. He spoke with a guttural drawl, and kept on with his work, but there was a meaning in his words for the pretty girl, who had coquetted with him before taking up with Jim Tenny.
Now, isn't that a corker?" "Forgive me, Tenny, old boy," cried Clayton. "It certainly IS a corking idea I never should have suspected you of it. You're quite sure it's original, are you?" "And we'll sail the first of the week, or any other time that suits your convenience, Mrs. Strong," concluded the big-hearted Englishman, as though the thing were all arranged except the sailing date.
"Hear, now, what your Aunt Madge has written: 'Will you lend me your children for the holidays, Maria? I want all three; at any rate, two." "That's me," cried Flyaway, tipping over her white coffee; "'tenny rate two, means me." "Don't interrupt me, dear. 'Brother Edward has promised me Prudy and Dotty Dimple. They may have a Santa Claus, or whatever they like.
I dunno but we've got to dig down past the poor and the rich, farther into the everlastin' foundations of things to get at what's the trouble." Jim Tenny, standing in the parlor doorway, with an arm around Eva's waist, broke in suddenly with a defiant laugh. "I don't care nothin' about the everlastin' foundations of things, and I don't care a darn about the rich and the poor," he proclaimed.
"'Tenny rate, I don't mean to be early this morning it's jography, and I don't know my lesson; but I do think you might speak about the horse, Deena; I never get a bit of sport worth countin'" this in a high, grumbling minor. "There was Ben; he had his automobile here the whole summer, and never offered it to me once!
She had come in a soiled waist, too, without any collar. "For Heaven's sake, Eva Tenny, what ails you?" Fanny cried. Eva flung herself for answer on the floor, and fairly writhed. Words were not enough expression for her violent temperament. She had to resort to physical manifestations or lose her reason. As she writhed, she groaned as one might do who was dying in extremity of pain.
Then she lit a lamp, and went up-stairs to change her dress before Jim Tenny arrived. It was snowing hard. Ellen sat in her place by the window and watched the flakes drive past the radiance of the street-lamp on the corner, and past the reflection of the warm, bright room.
He spread his hands as if he were addressing an audience, and as he did so the parlor door opened and Jim Tenny and Eva stood there, listening. "I tell you, sir," shouted Nahum Beals, "the time will come when you will all thank God that you belong to the poor and down-trodden of this earth, and not to the rich and great the time will come.
"I've got to get to work right soon at something." Daggett took a swift step or two across the sagging porch, his face grown oddly serious. "Wal, I wouldn't try the Shoe-Bar, nohow. There's the Rockin'-R. They're short a man or two. Yuh go see Jim Tenny an' tell him " "What's the matter with the Shoe-Bar?" persisted Buck. Pop's glance avoided Stratton's.
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