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I just give'm the truth the way he'd take it, like you give people castor-oil that's too dainty to gullup it down straight. Some likes it in lemon, an' some in grobyules, but it's castor-oil all the same. He wanted to know the truth about you, an' I let him have it, the truth bein' you're as fine a lady as any in the land.
Then he turned, slowly, and walked into the little sitting room with an attempt at a swagger that failed to convince even himself. He leaned against the side of the door, hands in pockets. Pa Werner faced him, black-browed. "Is that right, what he said? Lembke? Huh?" "Sure it's right. I had a run-in with Hatton, an' licked him, and give'm my time. What you goin' to do about it?"
Let'm get down to hard earth, an' if he kicks, heave a rock at'm. He'll soon stand up, an' walk straight like a little man. Let him lend a hand with the dooty-business, for a change. It'll take his attention off'n himself, give'm a rest from thinkin' he's an angel, an' that you hired out, when you married'm, to shout 'Glory! every time he flaps a wing! That sort o' thing ain't healthy for men.
He had left no address. Where did his furniture go? Nowhere; he'd left it behind. Was any one in the house acquainted with him? Mrs. Marron in the other ground-floor flat had tried to be. Not much luck, she thought. Mrs. Marron was voluble, ignorant, and a willing source of information. "The perfessor? Sure! I knew'm. 'Twas me give'm the name. He was a Mejum. Naw! Not for money.
That was all. Simple, eh? Superb! "Chi Slim nudged me. 'Give'm a spiel, Cinders. You kin do it. "I shook my head. "'G'wan, he urged. 'Give 'm a ghost story The mugs'll take it all right. And you kin throw yer feet fer tobacco for us till we get out. "'L. C. Randolph! the clerk called. "I stood up, but a hitch came in the proceedings. The clerk whispered to the judge, and the bailiff smiled.
Sherman she told me, when I first went there, an' Radcliffe was a little baby, she 'strickly forbid anybody to touch'm. It was on account o' what she called germs or somethin'. Well, I never had no particular yearnin' to inflect him with none o' my germs, but when she was off gallivantin', an' that poor little lonesome fella used to cry, an' put out his arms to be took, I'd take'm, an' give'm the only reel mother-huggin' he ever had in his life, an' no harm to any of us to me that give it, or him that got it, or her that was no wiser.
Here's this one, 'Better Cooking Means Better Husbands: Try It. That's the argumentum ad feminam with a vengeance." "Yes. I picked that up from a fat old party who was advising a thin young wife at a fish-stall. 'Give'm his food right an' he'll come home to it, 'stid o' workin' the free lunch." "Here are two on the drink question.
Man he strikee walrus; let he go again; somebody else findee; he walrus." "Well, Joe, suppose the somebody else lets the walrus go, how is it then?" "All same way." "So Toolooah has no interest in that walrus he killed and that you let go again?" "Yes, all same way here country. But I give'm back he line last night. Line my, all same; I findee." "That was certainly noble in you, Joe, I am sure."
Anyway, we've got a snap here, and next Saturday afternoon you've gotta get off from the laundry so as we can go an' buy our furniture. I saw Salinger's last night. I give'm fifty down, and the rest installment plan, ten dollars a month. In twenty-five months the furniture's ourn. An' remember, Saxon, you wanta buy everything you want, no matter how much it costs.
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