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It was the Von der Ruysling family that bought the territory between the Bowery and East River and Rivington Street and the Statue of Liberty, in the year 1649, from an Indian chief for a quart of passementerie and a pair of Turkey-red portières designed for a Harlem flat. I have always admired that Indian's perspicacity and good taste.
The covering of this was turkey-red cloth with white pattern; it boasted a white-metal "caster"; and possessed real chairs. Here Bob took his seat, in company with Fox, Collins, Mason, Tally and the half-dozen active young fellows he had seen handling the scaling rules near the ships.
"Thirty-two yards of Turkey-red," was Sally's customary demure answer, and the visitor, if a woman, was sure to respond, "Oh, yes, of course. Such a lovely idea for winter."
Sir Blaise, still turkey-red, managed to gulp down his choler sufficiently to utter some syllables. "I am that knight," he gasped; then, turning to Brilliana, he whispered behind his hand, "Mark now how this bear will climb down." Brilliana, watching Evander, was not confident of apologies.
Thornton stood looking at them long, they had been her pride when she was first married. Then she knit her brows, and pinched and compressed her lips tight, and carefully unpicked the G. H. She went so far as to search for the Turkey-red marking-thread to put in the new initials; but it was all used, and she had no heart to send for any more just yet.
EVERY Sunday afternoon the Swede boy came to the farm-house and, squatting opposite the little girl as she sat enthroned upon the lounge in all the glory of a stiff Turkey-red dress, eyed her furtively while her mother read aloud the story of Mazeppa. His pale eyes, under their heavy white brows, never wavered from her face, even during the most stirring danger to the Cossack chief.
Such vague sorrow was perplexing and disturbing to her practical emotions; she hurriedly attributed it to "poor father," and the propriety of the sentiment allowed her the relief of a few tears. Turning back into the room she unbuttoned her turkey-red dressing-gown, preparatory to the business of washing and dressing.
I mean, Turkey-red is what they use." My wife looked at me in amazement, and then I detailed to her my troubles. "Well," said she, "this Turkey-red is a great deal prettier than what I had, and you've got so much of it that I needn't use the other at all. I wish I had thought of Turkey-red before." "I wish from my heart you had," said I. The Lady or the Tiger, and other stories. Poor Aunt Pen!
"Well, let me see some." "We haven't any Turkey-red calico left," she said, "but we have some very nice plain calicoes in other colors." "I don't want any other color. I want stuff to match this." "It's hard to match cheap calico like that," she said, and so I left her. I next went into a store a few doors farther up Broadway.
How the fire-light struck out furiously through the Turkey-red curtains, so as to show her to him quicker! to show him the snug coffee-colored dress, and the bits of cherry ribbon at her throat, to show him how the fair curly hair was tucked back to leave the rosy ears bare he thought so dainty, to show him how young she was, how faded and worn and tired-out she was, how hard the years had been, to show him how his great love for her was thickening the thin blood with life, making a child out of the thwarted woman, to show him this more than all, this that his soul watched for, breathless, day and night that she loved him, that she knew nothing better than the ignorant, loving heart, the horny hands that had taken her hungry fate to hold, and made of it a color and a fragrance.
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