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I shall buy jam and crackers at the first station, Mr. Macpherson, and carry them with me." Wallie had no heart to say more than: "Indeed, Mrs. Budlong, I am so sorry " But she was already on the way to report the controversy to her husband. When they had bathed their faces and hands in the river the evening before someone had referred to it poetically as "Nature's wash-basin." Wallie, seeing Mrs.
"There is an excellent store on the Boardwalk and we found another in Omaha." "We have divided skirts and everything! Just wait till you see us!" cried Mrs. Budlong. "And you'll take our pictures, won't you, Mr. Penrose?" "I don't mind wasting a couple of films," he consented.
Mrs. Budlong ventured to complain that there was too much shortening in the biscuit. This was a real test of the sincerity of his reformation since, if such a thing were possible, he had been even more "touchy" upon the subject of his cooking than his dignity.
C. D. Budlong toppled backward and stood on his bunion that Wallie forgot the graceful speech of welcome he had framed. Mr. Penrose had travelled all the way in one felt slipper and now, as the lady inadvertently ground her heel into the tender spot, Mr. Penrose looked as he felt murderous. "Get off my foot!" he shouted. Mrs. Budlong obeyed by stepping on his other foot. Mr.
Forthwith he delivered the annual address on Christmas folly that one hears from fathers of families all round the world at this time: "Christmas has quit being a sign of people's affections," Mr. Budlong thundered. "It has become a public menace. It's worse than Wall Street.
Budlong became the victim of her own classic device of pretending to let slip a secret. The townswomen shamelessly turned her own formula against her. Mrs. Detwiller met her at church and said: "Yesterday morning at eleven I had the most curious presentiment, my dear.
Her shrieks guided them like a lighthouse siren, so they lost no time in taking wrong directions but, at that, it was a considerable distance and Mr. Budlong, in spite of the agonized thoughts which goaded him forward, was so handicapped by his asthma that he gradually fell to the rear of the rescue party. Mr. Stott was then in the lead, with Mr.
When the Budlongs made their irruption, they were not received cordially. Word had gone abroad that the Budlongs were buying all their Christmas presents out of town. They must be, for they bought none in. This treachery to home industry was bitterly resented. Then Budlong galvanized everybody with a cry like a flash of lightning: "I want to buy nearly everything in the shop. Get busy."
"Ulysses Budlong! how can you talk so!" "If people without money couldn't make fun of people with what consolation would they have? Anyway, it's not me but the other folks you're supposed to quarrel with. You spend an hour at that telephone and you can get the whole town by the ears." "But I can't use the same excuse for everybody." "You'll think up plenty once you put your mind to it."
Or he had pulled a small girl's hair, or taken the skates away from a helpless urchin. He had bad luck too in picking victims with belligerent big brothers. Mr. Budlong recognized these desperado traits and he fully expected Ulysses Junior to make him the father of a convict. Suddenly now despair became hope. Let Mrs. Budlong capitalize her spats; he would promote Ulie's.
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