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"So that's the way you're going to treat us!" bellowed Mrs. Zapp. "You go off and leave us with an unoccupied room and Oh! You poor white trash you " "Ma! You shut up and go down-stairs-s-s-s-s!" Theresa hissed. "Go on." Mrs. Zapp wabbled regally out. Lee Theresa spoke to Mr. Wrenn: "Ma ain't feeling a bit well this afternoon. I'm sorry she talked like that. You will come back, won't you?"
Wrenn was diffidently sitting in the basement. "Yes," dryly, "Ah noticed you was out late, Mist' Wrenn." "You see, Mrs. Zapp, I uh my father left me some land, and it's been sold for about one thousand plunks." " Ah'm awful' glad, Mist' Wrenn," she said, funereally. "Maybe you'd like to take that hall room beside yours now. The two rooms'd make a nice apartment."
Mrs. Zapp wouldn't take it as a matter of course. He rejoiced that he wasn't narrow-minded, like Mrs. Zapp. He worked so hard at not being narrow-minded like Mrs. Zapp that he started when he was called out of his day-dream by a mocking voice: "But you might look at the cakes. Just once, anyway. They are very nice cakes." "Uh " "Yes, I know the wine is wine. Beastly of it."
Zapp beamed with maternal fondness at the timid lodger. But the gallant friend of Pinkertons faced her for the first time. "Waste his travel-money?" he was inwardly exclaiming as he said: "But I thought you had some one in that room. I heard som " "That fellow! Oh, he ain't going to be perm'nent. And he promised me So you can have " "I'm awful sorry, Mrs. Zapp, but I'm afraid I can't take it.
But, of course, when one's landlady has both the sciatica and a case of Patient Suffering one stops in the basement dining-room to inquire how she is. Mrs. Zapp was a fat landlady. When she sat down there was a straight line from her chin to her knees. She was usually sitting down. When she moved she groaned, and her apparel creaked.
Perhaps he could hide from thought at home. As he came into his room he stood at gaze like a kitten of good family beholding a mangy mongrel asleep in its pink basket. For on his bed was Mrs. Zapp, her rotund curves stretching behind her large flat feet, whose soles were toward him. She was noisily somnolent; her stays creaked regularly as she breathed, except when she moved slightly and groaned.
I can't stand argument all the time." He thought instantly of Lee Theresa Zapp quarreling with her mother, but he said nothing. He gathered the driest bits of thatch and wood he could find in the litter on the stable floor and kindled a fire, while she sat sullenly glaring at him, her face wrinkled and tired in the wan firelight.
She glanced back, nodded, said, "Come in, children," picked up the "widow," and discarded with quick twitches of the cards. The frightened Mr. Wrenn, feeling like a shipwrecked land-lubber, compared this gaming smoking woman unfavorably with the intense respectability of his dear lost patron, Mrs. Zapp.
Arty to the Grand Christmas Eve Ball of the Cigar-Makers' Union at Melpomene Hall. Nelly asked of Mr. Wrenn, almost as urgently as of Mrs. Arty, whether she should wear her new white mull or her older rose-colored China silk. Two days before Christmas he timidly turned over the play for typing to a haughty public stenographer who looked like Lee Theresa Zapp.
This ain't your room; he's rented it he's paid the rent it's his room. Get out!" Kindly Tom Poppins worked in a cigar-store and was accustomed to talk back to drunken men six feet tall. His voice was tremendous, and he was fatly immovable; he didn't a bit mind the fact that Mrs. Zapp was still "glaring speechless." But behold an ally to the forlorn lady.
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