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Updated: May 29, 2025
Between this room and the kitchen there is a perfect electric understanding. The apartments are so arranged that electric dumbwaiter service is operated between the centre of the dining table itself and the serving table in the kitchen.
Oh, are you quite sure Jenny Lind isn't in your house?" she wailed. "I told you we have taken nothing from the dumbwaiter," impatiently. He thought he was wonderfully patient with the child. He could have ordered her out of the building at once. "Your bird may have gone up to the next floor." "Perhaps she has." Mary Rose was on the stairs before he finished the sentence.
"Say, Jane," whispered Dozia, her brown eyes wide with pretended fright, "suppose some awful creature is hidden in there and that she has her meals served from the old dumbwaiter?" Jane howled at this and danced around in cruel imitation of a possible "awful creature."
Then the gent at the window across the air-shaft would get out his flute; the nightly gas leak would steal forth to frolic in the highways; the dumbwaiter would slip off its trolley; the janitor would drive Mrs.
Somewhere across the street was O'Connor, waiting in a room as we had agreed. There was only one window in our room, and it opened on a miserable little dumbwaiter air-shaft. It would be hours yet before his suspicions would be aroused and he would discover which of the houses we were held in. Meanwhile what might not happen to us? Kennedy calmly set up his tripod.
Mrs. Bracken shrugged her shoulders. "It's the dumbwaiter," she yawned. "Your bird has gone up to Mr. Wells or possibly higher. If it's Mr. Wells I don't suppose you'll see the bird again. He's a very peculiar man." Mary Rose did not wait to hear another word.
The rescue performed by Tom and Harry had been a simple enough achievement. Shut off from every other means of escape, they remembered the dumbwaiter that ran from the kitchen up to the floors above. The two little children were sent down on the dumb-waiter, Harry riding on the top of the wooden frame. Mrs.
"It's a lucky thing, Jenny Lind, that you were not on his dumbwaiter. He's not what I call a very friendly man," she murmured. She told Mr. Jerry all about it that afternoon when she ran over to see how George Washington was doing as a boarder. Mr. Jerry watched her curiously. "Poor little kid," he thought. "She's up against it for fair with a cold-blooded bunch like that."
Shirley obeyed, at last she found the base of the dumbwaiter shaft. "How did you have the strength to lower yourself down this shaft it is no small task?" and his tone was admiring. "I am not a weakling tennis, boating, swimming were all in my education; they helped. But it is beyond me to pull all those floors, and lift my weight.
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