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He ain't even washed the old man yet! And I like to see my father clean and neat. That's what makes me so red-hot, Mrs. Kukor the way he neglects my father." "Chonnie wass shut up so much," argued Mrs. Kukor. That cast whitened Big Tom's eye anxiously. He did not want Johnnie to hear any talk about going out. He hastened to reply, and his tone was more righteous than ever.
Reisenberger's skirt between a thumb and finger, "Look, Chonnie! All from silks!" Then she led the way higher, while heads popped out of doors all up and down the house; and Mrs. Reisenberger puffed after her, like some sort of a sweet-smelling, red-and-white engine.
So the green eye focused upon the mattress in sorrowful reproof. But the next instant a burst of dialect set Johnnie right in his new friend's eye. "Ach, Chonnie!" cried the little Jewish lady. "Vot iss? Vot iss?" Her concern pleased One-Eye. He sat down, crossed his knees, and swung a spur. Mrs. Kukor had not yet seen him.
Some one was in the hall Mrs. Kukor, for the steps rocked. "Chonnie?" she called now. "Chonnie! Talk sometink!" It was Big Tom who talked. "Oh, you go home, y' busybody!" he answered. "Mrs. Kukor! Mrs. Kukor! He's burning everything of Johnnie's!" shouted Cis. "Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!" burst out Barber, as if this had delighted him.
And he wouldn't be if he gadded the streets with the gangs in this part of town." While this excuse for keeping Johnnie indoors was anything but the correct one, Big Tom was able to make his voice fervent. "But Chonnie wass tired mit always seeink the kitchen," persisted the little Jewish lady. "He did-ent go out now for a lo-ong times. I got surprises he ain't crazy!"
"Shure, ma'am," he declared, "our two young folks is likely not t' suffer for lookin' after from now on, I'm thinkin', what with our little League o' Nations." Tears welled into Mrs. Kukor's black eyes. "Over Chonnie und Cis," she declared, "all times I wass full of love. Only" she lifted a short, fat finger "nefer I haf talk my Hebrew religions mit!"
I can't to say, except yust live alonk, und see if sometink nice happens maype." Johnnie moved, with a long, dry sob, and very tenderly she leaned down to turn his face toward her. "Ach, poor Chonnie!" she cried. "Come! We will wash him, und makes him all fresh und clean. Und next how do you t'ink? Mrs. Kukor hass for you a big surprises!"
He whispered to her, fearing from the look in her dark eyes that she was blaming herself bitterly for what had happened to his books. "Don't y' worry," he pleaded; "it wasn't nobody's fault. And if y' hadn't kept 'em upstairs long as y' did, he'd 've burned em 'fore ever I learned 'em." "Chonnie!" she gasped.
Now, "The color sergeant's dead!" her mouth framed, and she gave a swift glance around almost as if she expected to see a fallen flag bearer. "It's this lazy little rascal again," declared Barber, working his jaws in baffled wrath. "So-o-o-o!" She stooped and laid a gentle hand on Johnnie's shoulder. "Come," she said. "Better Chonnie, he goes in a liddle by Cis's room. No?"
"Eva," she beamed, "from long you have hear Mama speakink over Chonnie Schmitt. Und here wass!" Fortunately Johnnie's right hand was clean. So was his smiling face. "Oh, Mrs. Reisenberger, I thank you for the tel'phone-d'rect'ry," he began gratefully, as the two shook hands. Mrs. Reisenberger was staring at his rags. Also, she was now holding the baby well up and back.
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