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After an interval, and only upon despatching a servant, Miss Pelz returned, the tears frank streaks now down her cheeks. "Sit down, baby, and drink your coffee." "Don't want any." "Williams, bring Miss Bleema some hot coffee." "I'm finished, mother please!" "I was telling Mr. Feist a while ago, Bleema, about your ambition to be a writer, not for money, but just for the pleasure in it.
"Come, Lester; you take me in to dinner. Rudolph, you go and get mamma. Bleema, you and Mr. Feist be escorts." In a dining-room so unswervingly Jacobean that its high-back chairs formed an actual enclosure about the glittering, not to say noble, oval of table, the dinner-hour moved through the stately procession of its courses. At its head, Mrs.
If it was for ourselves alone, all right, maybe, take a chance but for " Suddenly Mr. Pelz clapped his thigh. "I got it! I got it! Well let the little Bleema decide it for us. How's that? She should decide it for us if we take a gamble on her daddy's big idea! Here I put a five-cents piece in her little hand and see which way she drops it.
"Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Pelz. I'll stay around and be entertained by you and Mr. "I'll be back in twenty minutes, moms. Surely you'll excuse me that long! I want to drive him down in my new runabout. I promised. Please, moms! Dad?" "Ask your papa, Bleema; I I don't know " "Dad?" "You heard what I said, Bleema. No!" A quick film of tears formed over Miss Pelz's eyes, her lips quivering.
"'Young lady' all of a sudden she decides we've got! Young baby, you better say." "A graduate this month from Miss Samuels's Central Park School he calls a baby!" "Let me see how old is " "He don't know his own child's age! Well, how many years back is it since we were in rainy-day skirts?" "My God! Ten fourteen eighteen! Eighteen years! Our little Bleema!
"Lester Spencer, if you don't stop making eyes!" "Mr. Pelz, every time I drink to your daughter only with my eyes she slaps me on the wrist. You put in a good word for me." "Little more of that ice-cream, Feist?" "Thanks, Pelz; no." "You, Lester?" "Don't care if I do, Miss Bleema Butterfly." Mr. Pelz flashed out a watch.
"I do!" "Then, I say, if you still feel as you do, not even they have the right to interfere." "Promise us, Bleema; promise us that!" "I I'll be engaged on your word of honor without any fussing about it?" "An engaged girl, Miss Bleema, like any other engaged girl." "But dad look at him he won't p-promise," trembling into tears. "Of course he will won't you, Pelz?
Saved nearly penny by penny. Our Bleema it's a sin our our " "Sin nothing!" "Our week-old little girl it " "Nothing ventured in life, Rosie, nothing squeezed out of it. Don't put it back! Look, the baby herself wants it! Papa's little Bleema! Look! She's trying to lift herself. Ain't that remarkable, Rosie look at that child lifting for that handkerchief!" "Our little baby girl!
"I ask you again, Bleema, to cut out such talk while I got the strength left to hold in. It's a nail in my coffin I should live to talk such talk to my little daughter, but it's got to where I've got to say it. Lester Spencer and the fine character you talk about it's free gossip in all the studios is one of the biggest low-lifes in the picture-world.
Mamma, do you think your little Bleema would marry a man who doesn't just love you, and dad, too? It isn't like Lester is a nobody a high-salaried fellow like him with a future. Why, the best will be none too good! He loves you both told me so to-day. The one aim in his life is to do big things, to make you both proud, to make his name the biggest " "Feist Feist can't you talk to her?
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