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Updated: May 29, 2025
With glowing eyes and flushed cheeks Willie at once launched out into a vivid description of the scene he had so recently witnessed, and dwelt particularly on the brave deeds of Conductor Forest and the tall fireman. Suddenly he looked up at his brother. "Why, what are you chucklin' at, Blazes?" "Nothing, lad. Was the fireman very tall?" "That he certainly was uncommon tall."
"Anything else?" "I don't expect you'd want to part with that face shrubbery, or have it landscaped into a Vandyke, eh?" says I. "You know they ain't wearin' the bushy kind now in supertax circles." "Would you insist on my being manicured too?" says he, chucklin' easy. "It would help," says I. "And this would be my buy all round."
"Far be it from me!" says I. "Only well, maybe the paintin' don't do her justice." "Rather discreetly phrased, that," says he, chucklin' quiet. "Thank you, Torchy. And you are quite right. No mere painter ever could do her full justice.
When we cam' aff at the Meadows, Sandy gaed roond aboot the beast, chucklin' awa' till himsel' juist like watter dreepin' intil a tume cistern; but he keepit oot o' the reach o' the cabby's kornals. I expeckit to see him get roond the linders wi' them for his impidence.
"We-e-e-ell," he drawls, half chucklin', half sing-songy, "I wisht I could get you to kind of look around for a young fellah in thayah, sort of a well favored, upstandin' young man, straight as a cornstalk, and with his front haiah a little wavy. Would you?" "I might find fifty that would answer to that description," says I. "No, Suh, I reckon not," says he, waggin' his noble old head.
I was still chucklin' over the notion as I breezed out to lunch, but as I pushes out of the express elevator and starts across the arcade toward the Broadway exit I lamps something over by the candy booth that leaves me with my mouth open. There is Vincent hung up against the counter gazin' mushy into the dark dangerous orbs of Mirabelle, the box-trade queen.
"Matter?" says Auntie, breathin' hard and chucklin' in between. "Why, my dear child, I haven't done anything so absurd as this since since I was forty, and and it has done me a world of good, I'm sure." What do you know about that? Admits she carried on as late as forty! And here I'd supposed she was born scowlin' about the time tabasco sauce was invented.
"Tha's tha's because you have 'spischus nashur'," protests Ernie. "Merely few glasshes. You know bubblesh in stem." "Champagne, eh?" says I. "Then it was a reg'lar party? Ernie, I am surprised at you." "You you ain't half so shurprised as as I am myshelf," says he, chucklin'. "Tha's what I told Louishe."
And then again, you know how they say all them boys who went over have come back men, serious and full of solemn, lofty thoughts. You could see it shinin' in their eyes, even if they did let on to be chucklin' at times. So I gives 'em all the dope I could about their dear old second lieutenant and asks 'em to stick around a few minutes so they could meet him.
Robert ain't the kind of boss that goes around chucklin' casual, 'specially at a busy private sec. "Yes, sir?" says I, shoving back a tray full of correspondence I'm sortin'. "I heard something rather good, at luncheon, Torchy," says he. "On red hair, I expect," says I. "It wasn't quite so personal as that," says he. "Still, I think you'll be interested."
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