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Updated: May 19, 2025
"And see this one, Eda he's a 'Harpy Eagle. There's somebody we know looks just like that. Wait a minute I'll tell you it's the woman who sits in the cashier's cage at Grady's." "If it sure isn't!" said Eda. "She has the same fluffy, light hair hairpins can't keep it down, and she looks at you in that same sort of surprised way with her head on one side when you hand in your check."
"You never would have thought anything'd grow on those trees." The young Italian who kept the store gave them a friendly grin. "You lika the olives?" he asked, putting some of the shining black fruit into their hands. Eda bit one dubiously with her long, white teeth, and giggled. "Don't they taste funny!" she exclaimed.
"You never would have thought anything'd grow on those trees." The young Italian who kept the store gave them a friendly grin. "You lika the olives?" he asked, putting some of the shining black fruit into their hands. Eda bit one dubiously with her long, white teeth, and giggled. "Don't they taste funny!" she exclaimed.
She had but one friend, if Eda Rawle, who worked in a bank, and whom she had met at a lunch counter by accident, may be called so. As has been admirably said in another language, one kisses, the other offers a cheek: Janet offered the cheek. All unconsciously she sought a relationship rarely to be found in banks and business offices; would yield herself to none other.
Knowing Eda's ambitions for her were not those of a business career, she was in terror lest her friend should scent a romance, and for this reason she had never spoken of the symptoms Ditmar had betrayed. She attempted to convey to Eda the doubtful taste of staring point-blank at the house of one's employer, especially when he might be concealed behind a curtain.
Gradually Janet had acquired a dread of holidays as opportunities never realized, as intervals that should have been filled with unmitigated joys, and yet were invariably wasted, usually in walks with Eda Rawle.
The black moustache of the giant curled with a smile at the energy with which this was said. "We will make the bedsteads of snow, Eda," replied Frank, "but I think we shall manage to find blankets of a warmer material. Now, Maximus, get the things put inside, and the lamp lighted, for we're all tired and very hungry."
"We've just got to celebrate!" declared Eda, who had the gift, which Janet lacked, of taking her joys vicariously; and her romantic and somewhat medieval proclivities would permit no such momentous occasion to pass without an appropriate festal symbol. "We'll have a spree on Saturday the circus is coming then." "It'll be my spree," insisted Janet, her heart warming. "I've got the raise...."
The thought seemed to have struck her for the first time, and she looked up eagerly for an answer, while Chimo gave a deep sigh of indifference, and went to sleep, or pretended to do so, where he was. "In the woods, Eda. How do you think you will like it?" "Oh, I'm sure I shall like it very much," replied the little one.
She recalled the awed exclamation of Eda when they had walked together along Warren Street on that evening in summer: "How would you like to live there!" and hot with sudden embarrassment and resentment she had dragged her friend onward, to the corner. In spite of its size, of the spaciousness of existence it suggested, the house had not appealed to her then.
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