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Foreseeing a storm, he bought some provisions at a roadhouse, and turned into a field, where he camped in the lee of a forest of birches. He cooked himself an excellent supper, toasting bread and frankfurters in the firebox of the roller.
"A charming young man who wishes me to sign a contract to sing to him in perpetuity," interrupted Nora, pressing her mother's foot warningly. "Well, why don't you marry him?" laughed Harrigan. "There's worse things than frankfurters and sauerkraut." "Not that I can think of just now," returned Nora. Harrigan declared that he would not go over to Caxley-Webster's to tea.
While we were drinking our hot, steaming coffee and gorging ourselves with frankfurters, the poor wretch stood under the eaves with his face glued to the window, looking in at us with mournful eyes while the drippings from the tiles poured upon his shoulders and ran in rivulets down his neck. I felt so sorry for him that I prevailed upon the muttering, apologetic hostess to take him in again.
Oder is of swift current, of turbid color, as it rolls under Frankfurt Bridge, Wooden Bridge, with Dam Suburb at the end; a River treeless, desolate, as you look up and down; which has, evidently, often changed its course, since grinding down that alluvium as site for Frankfurt; and which, though now holding mainly to northward, is still given to be erratic, and destructive on the eastern low grounds, had not the Frankfurters built an 'Oder-Dam' on that side; a broad strong Earth-mound, running for many miles, and confining its floods.
Thus on one card he printed FRANKFURTERS and on its mate intended for posting just below, the palate-tickling conclusion, SIZZLING HOT. This is how the sign would appear upon some fence or tree. It would be a knockout blow to any hungry wayfarer. Another two card sign, intended for warmer weather, read: ICE CREAM < COLD AND COOLING
Purt did not like to let go of money among his school chums he was considered a notorious "tight-wad" but he was willing to do almost anything to get away from the greasy-handed butcher. "What what did the dog take? How much were the frankfurters worth?" he stammered. "The dog isn't mine weally! but I'll pay " "A dollar, then.
Not only had he rushed downstairs and up again half a dozen times, springing to the night city editor's curse, or pound, or shout, whichever had come handiest, but he had also been twice to the corner for frankfurters for reporters who hadn't had a crumb to eat for hours. He was unwrapping the second one when Katie burst in.
Almost any place would do; at another great restaurant I saw two chairs faced together, and a baby sleeping on them as quietly amid the coming and going of lagers and frankfurters as if in its cradle at home. Lagers and frankfurters were much in evidence everywhere, especially frankfurters, which seemed to have whole booths devoted to broiling them.
And I'll lose by it, too," said the butcher, but with an avaricious sparkle in his eye. "A dollar's worth of frankfurters!" gasped Purt. "Yes. An' I wish they'd ha' chocked the brute," complained the butcher. "I wish they had before he ever saw me," murmured Purt. He paid over the money and hurried away from the laughing crowd.
Beside him at the counter sat a young workingman, also eating frankfurters and drinking coffee. Now and then he gave a sidelong and supercilious glance at James's fine clothes. James caught one of the glances, and laughed good-naturedly. "These quick-lunch wagons are a mighty good idea," said he. The man grunted and took a swallow of coffee. "Where do you work?" asked James.
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