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Kedzie began to cry, to cry as she had cried when she wept in her cradle because candy had been taken from her, or a box of carpet-tacks, or the scissors that she had somehow got hold of. Adna dropped his valises with a thud. He began to upbraid her. He had endured too much. He had still his bill to pay. He told her that she was a good-for-nothin' nuisance and he wished he had left her home.
To have their Kedzie float home to them on pinions of radiant beauty was an almost intolerable beatitude. Kedzie's mother started down the aisle, crying, "Kedzie, my baby! My little lost baby!" before Adna could check her. Kedzie did not answer her mother, but went on with her work as if she were deaf. She came streaming from the projection-machine in long beams of light.
He flashed on the lights, set the bags on a bag-rack, hung up the coats, opened a window, adjusted the shade, lighted the lights in Kedzie's room, opened her window, adjusted the shade, and asked if there were anything else. Adna knew what the little villain meant, but he knew what was expected, and he said, sternly, "Ice-water."
I guess I'll take some grape-fruit, too; and let me see I guess that'll do to start on Wait! What's that those folks are eatin' over there? Looks good spring chicken humm! I guess you'd like that better'n steak, ma? Yes. She'd rather have the chicken. All right, George, you hustle us in a nice meal and I'll make it all right with you. You understand." Adna called all waiters "George."
The old man stalked out, followed by his fat ewe and their ewe lamb. Adna's very toothpick was like a small bayonet. His wife and daughter hung back to avoid being spattered with the gore of the unfortunate hotel clerk. The morning trains were unloading their mobs, and it was difficult to reach the desk at all. When finally Adna got to the bar he had lost some of his running start.
He's coming here this evening." To Adna, the humble railroad claim-agent, the careless tossing off of the great railroad name of Dyckman was what it would have been to a rural parson to hear Kedzie remark: "I'm giving a little dinner to-night to my friends Isaiah, Jeremiah, and Mr. Apostle Paul."
Then I got a position with a moving-picture company as a jobber I began very humbly at first, you see, and I underwent great hardships." Ferriday. He stands very high in the p'fession, but he's very conceited very! He thought he owned me because he was the first one I let direct me. He wanted me to marry him." "Did you?" said Adna, who was prepared for anything. "I should say not!" said Kedzie.
Magruder was terribly kind to me when I was alone and friendless in New York." Mrs. Thropp had outgrown waiters and even Adna regretted the reversion to Nimrim that led him to shake hands and say, "Please to meecher."
She broke right into her mother's description of a harrowing lumbago she had suffered from: it was that bad she couldn't neither lay nor set that is to say, comfortable. Kedzie's own new-fangled pronunciations and phrases fell from her mind, and she spoke in purest Nimrim: "Listen, momma and poppa. I'm in a peck of trouble, and maybe you can help me out." "Is it money?" Adna wailed, sepulchrally.
She died in Fulton, Oswego County, N. Y., in August, 1865, in the eighty-eighth year of her age, and in the seventieth year of her religious experience, and is buried by the side of her husband in Mount Adna Cemetery, where they together await the resurrection of the just. The "disinherited" Elizabeth was never restored to her rights and heirship as a daughter.
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