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Updated: July 13, 2025
"Nothing," I said.... Making money in those days was so ridiculously easy! The trouble was to know how to spend it. One evening when I got home I told Maude I had a surprise for her. "A surprise?" she asked, looking up from a little pink smock she was making for Chickabiddy. "I've bought that lot on Grant Avenue, next to the Ogilvys'." She dropped her sewing, and stared at me.
And the Cat, whom she called Sonnie, could arch his back and purr, he could even give out sparks; but to make him do it one had to stroke his fur the wrong way. The Hen had quite little, short legs, and therefore she was called Chickabiddy Short-shanks. She laid good eggs, and the woman loved her like her own child.
Maude was pale, but smiling and composed. "I hope to get a little villa in France, near the sea," she said. "I'll send you a photograph of it, Susan." "And Chickabiddy, when she comes back, will be rattling off French like a native," exclaimed Tom, giving her a hug. "I hate French," said Biddy, and she looked at him solemnly. "I wish you were coming along, Uncle Tom."
"You'd better come home with me, Chickabiddy," he would say, "that father of yours doesn't appreciate you. He's too busy getting rich." "Chickabiddy," was his name for little Sarah. Half of the name stuck to her, and when she was older we called her Biddy.
"If it's funny to be a common-sense, rational human being, then I AM funny! Now, good-night, chickabiddy. Mrs. Perry says she'll send up our breakfast about nine to-morrow morning. Hop into my room and have it with me, won't you?" Marie agreed to this arrangement, and gathering up her belongings, Patty slipped across the hall to her own room.
"I tried to cheer her up a little with touches of warm tones here and there all lies same kind you tell your own chickabiddy when she's blue but she wouldn't have it and cried straight ahead for four hours until the sun came out; but I was through by that time and waded ashore. You can see for yourselves how unhappy she was." He spoke as if the sketch was alive and it was.
"Nothing," I said.... Making money in those days was so ridiculously easy! The trouble was to know how to spend it. One evening when I got home I told Maude I had a surprise for her. "A surprise?" she asked, looking up from a little pink smock she was making for Chickabiddy. "I've bought that lot on Grant Avenue, next to the Ogilvys'." She dropped her sewing, and stared at me.
"Aren't you going to pack this, Mother?" Roberta asked, pointing to the beautiful cabinet inlaid with red turtleshell and brass. "We can't take everything," said Mother. "But we seem to be taking all the ugly things," said Roberta. "We're taking the useful ones," said Mother; "we've got to play at being Poor for a bit, my chickabiddy."
I sang "Suwanee River," "Shoo-fly," and "Good-by, Johnny, come back to your own chickabiddy." Then I sang a song of Prince Metternich's, called, "Bonsoir, Marguerite," which he accompanied. I finished, of course, with "Beware!" which Charles accompanied. The Emperor came up to me and asked, "What does chickabiddy mean?"
I remember you now, though I am sure I should never have recognized you, Susan. Susan. Lor, how I should like to have a talk with you about old times! But there, we've got something else to do first. Where's your good husband? Mrs. C.N. In the garden, hiding in the laurel-bed, with Chickabiddy. That's our baby, you know. Enter Mr. Nokes, slightly elevated with champagne, and not perceiving Mrs.
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