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And now Indian heads broke out all over town and the walls looked as if a shoemaker's apron had been chosen for the national pennant. There were various other spasms of manufacture, each of them fashionable at its time and foolish at anytime. As Mr. Detwiller said: "Somebody ought to write a history of Mrs. Budlong's Christmas presents.
Budlong's back parlor, and when I laid eyes on it in all that clutter why, if it didn't look like something the cat brought in, I'll eat it!" Mr. Detwiller had only one consolation and he grinned over it: "Well, there's no use cryin' over spilt gifts. But did you see how she stuck old Widower Clute for that Japanese porcelain vace I notice she called it vahs?" "Porcelain?" sniffed Mrs. Detwiller.
Roscoe Detwiller wanted to organize a HomeKeepers Union, and strike. For the women never dared trust themselves about the house in a wrapper, since Mrs. Budlong might happen in as like as not rather liker than not. And then, just as the town was fermenting for revolt, Mrs. Budlong came into a lot of money. That is, Mr. Budlong came into a lot of money. Which meant that Mr.
"I'm going to that phone and tell Mrs. Detwiller what I think of her." "You keep away from that phone. Before you could ring off again her husband would have a Christmas present wished onto ME!" The next morning Mrs. Budlong arose from dreams of finding bargains after all. She felt a spirit in her feet that led her, who knows how, to the Christmas-window street.
Detwiller was saying: "Well, ain't Mizzes Budlong the niftiest little gift-getter that ever held up a train? How on earth did We happen to get stung?" "I don't know, Roscoe. It's one of those things you can't get out of without getting out of town too. Here we've been and gone and skimped our own children to buy something that would show up good in Mrs.
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