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And one day Sadie Whirtle goes up to him and says, 'Mist' Toatwood, hear your wife's come home with some fine Parisian clo'es. And Mist' Toatwood says, 'Shucks' on'y he says somep'n worse'n shucks 'Shucks, says he, 'why, my wife never been to Persia in her life." Kern was eighteen, with six years of bread-winning behind her, but she told her story exactly in the manner of a child of eight.
And this judgment the Professor emphasized by raising his voice suddenly by one octave. His position and that of Mrs. Whirtle were based upon that thorough summary of Rabelais' style in Mr. Effort's book on French literature: each held a sincere position, nevertheless this cold water thrown on the very beginning of the experiment did harm. The attitude of the governing class did harm also.
Well, where on earth did you get that one?" "Off Sadie Whirtle!" cried Kern; and springing up gleefully from the sofa, began to pirouette and kick about the bleak office.
It happened to be her work to do in the world, and she was doing it. She was waited upon at the popular counter by Miss Whirtle herself, whom Cally remembered by figure if not by name; and she was so extremely agreeable and mollifying in her manner that the Saleslady's arrogance thawed away, and they were soon discussing questions of neck-sizes and sleeve-lengths in the friendliest intimacy.
"I know a girl named Sadie Whirtle," continued Kern, "and there was a man named Toatwood made a lot of money, corntracting, and his wife she took some of the money and went to Europe in a steamer and stayed more'n two months buying clo'es.
"Where'd you get that story, Corinne?" His odd habit of so calling her had often been privately discussed between Kern and her mother, who had so long ago shortened their own original Kurrin that even that had passed from memory. They had concluded that this was only one of his jokey gempman's ways. "Off Sadie Whirtle," said Kern, rocking backward and forward in her chair.
"I told Sadie Whirtle it wasn't netiquette, but Sadie she said it wasn't funny without you used the swear. And I did want to make you laugh.... She druther be funny than netiquette, Sadie said." The young man picked up his bag again, his face intent. "I'm late with my calls," said he. "Tell your mother that I mayn't be back for dinner."
Miss Heth smiled oh, so sweet, almost like in the Dream and then it was all over, and she was walking away, with the loveliest rustle ever was. And Kern stood lost in the thronging aisle, staring at the point where she had disappeared and giving little pinches to her thin arm just to make certain-sure, y' know ... This till the voice of Miss Whirtle spoke in her ear: "Say, Kurrin, I like that!
But twice, without the nurse's knowledge, Miss Masters took her rest-time every afternoon from three to seven, rules were suspended to admit Miss Sadie Whirtle, of Baird & Himmel's, an enormous, snapping, red-cheeked girl she proved to be, whose ample Semitic countenance gave a copious background for violet talcum, but who said nothing wittier in Vivian's hearing than "Very pleased to make your acquaintance, I'm sure" and once to admit Miss Henrietta Cooney, of Saltman's bookstore.
"Off Sadie Whirtle, ma'am a friend of mine." The girl hesitated, and then said: "That's her now." And she pointed a small finger at the enormous snapping Saleslady, who stood glowering and patting her transformation at another customer ten feet away. But Carlisle did not follow the finger, and so missed the sight of Miss Whirtle.
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