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Updated: June 4, 2025
All I got to do is say the word, and any friend of mine is welcome in Gert Cobb's house." "I'll make you up them five yards of pink mull for it, Stella. It's a shame that pretty dress-pattern from your two birthdays ago has never had the occasion to be made up. It's nice of Cora to be puttin' herself out." "Look at 'er, like I was asking her to a funeral!"
'tweer like sittin' tu near a gert red'ot fire. Her rubbed it in, I tell 'e, same as you rubs salt into a hake. Faither said 'twas braave talk. But you, Joan, what's wrong with 'e, what have you done?" "I ain't done no wrong, Tom, an' you can take my word for't." "Do 'e reckon you'm damned, like what faither sez?" "Never! I doan't care a grain o' wheat what faither sez.
"Mister Jan's be the awnly God," she thought, "an' He'm tu far aways to mind the likes o' we; so us must trust to the gert Mother o' the flowers." She accepted the position with an open heart, then turned her thoughts to her loved one.
"Say, Gert, that ain't such a worse idea, but " "No buts. The night is young, and I know a fellow used to walk from the Bronx to Brooklyn with his girl every Sunday." "Sure! What's an eight-mile walk on a spring night like this? It's all cleared up and stopped raining. Only, gee! I I hate to be getting home all hours again." She flipped him a gesture.
She sighed as she spoke. "Waitin' for en still?" "Ay, for Mister Jan. It caan't be no gert length o' time now. I s'pose days go quicker up Lunnon town than wi' us." "Joan, my dovey, 'tis idle. Even I sees it now. I did think wi' you fust as he was a true man. I caan't no more. I wish I could." A month before Joan would have flashed into anger at such a speech as this, but now she did not answer.
I can tell right off if a girl's got gumption, an' if she's on the straight. "Chuck that Sunday-school dope," laughed a pretty, red-haired girl named Gert. "You git her in wrong with Bean, an' I wouldn't give a nickel fer her chance." "You ought to know," said Mag, drily. The talk ran largely to food and clothes, and Nance listened with growing dismay.
Knowing that the latter would rather have fled to the Kalahari Desert than deliver up their weapons and become slaves, I proceeded to the commandant, Mr. Gert Krieger, and, representing the evils of any such expedition, prevailed upon him to defer it; but that point being granted, the Boer wished to gain another, which was that I should act as a spy over the Bakwains.
Did I quiver an eyelash when she ordered that pink organdie, and didn't Phonzie nearly double up when he took down the order? You want to see her measurements. I'll get the book and " "No, no, Gert; you can go on. I got to stay and go over the appointments with Phonzie." A quick red flowed up and under the rouged surface of Miss Dobriner's cheeks. "Oh excuse me!" "What!" "I All right, I'm going."
"There's a time in a girl's life, Jimmie, when she's been starved like I have for something of her own all her days; there's times, no matter how she's held in, that all of a sudden comes a minute when she busts out." "I understand, Gert, but "
"We haven't all of us got the looks, Gert, that'll get us four-carat stones to wear down to a twenty-dollar-a-week job." Miss Dobriner's hand flew to her throat and the gem that gleamed there. "I I guess I can buy a stone on time for myself without without any insinuations." "You can wear the stone, all right, Gert, but you can't get past the insinuations."
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