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"The sour old grouch," affirmed Phil Marvin. "Sure, we know him." "I know him, too," said Sandy. "I worked for the tenderfoot that he skinned out of the ranch. And then I worked for Lewison. If they's anything good about Lewison, you'd need a spyglass to find it, and then it wouldn't be fit to see.
Tim took the tool and strapped its leather sheath to his belt. He seemed to have forgotten all about his grouch. Everything was noise and bustle and confusion. The Eagles and the Foxes were grouped in front of their patrol lockers. There were cries of, "Hey, Jimmy! what did you bring to cook? What did you bring, Charlie?" Suddenly the silver notes of a bugle arose above the clamor. Assembly!
"And me thinking she was nothing but a near-sighted old grouch with a name like a sparrow." Miss Barnet laughed with an upward trill. "Dee Dee ain't her real name. When I was a kid and she took me to raise, that's the way I used to pronounce Aunt Edith. Gee! you don't think Dee Dee was the name they sprinkled on her when they christened her, did you?"
The little clock on the mantel struck ten, and there was a quick, light step on the stair, and a brisk knock at her door. As she opened it, Frank stood there, shaking the drops of water from his hat. "I've had my walk," he said, "I've got over my gloom; I've lost my grouch, but I still have my appetite with me. Now come on, like a good fellow, and let's have supper."
"Or a misogynist?" "A what?" "A grouch. Are you?" "I don't know. Perhaps I am." "I don't believe it now. I did at first. You can look very cross when you like." "I haven't been cross with you, have I?" "No. But you didn't like being interrupted." "Not then but I'm rather enjoying it now." He took a dish from her fingers. "You know you did drop in rather informally. Who's been talking of me?"
He was one of the kind that you naturally would, being sort of meek and spineless. He'd been brought up that way, I understand, for his old man was a chronic grouch thirty years at a railroad ticket office window and I expect he lugged his ticket sellin' disposition home with him.
At his side, George Bross, on his behalf, was nursing his private and personal grouch. Between them they manufactured an atmosphere of gloom that would have done credit to a brace of dumb Socialists. But presently Miss Prim and Miss Lessing appeared, and changed all that in a twinkling.
It is the privilege of the commuter to growl as much as he likes about the discomforts of the road and the stupidity of the men who make up the time tables, but travelling men we are speaking of salesmen especially can never indulge in the luxury of a grouch. One of the biggest parts of his job is to keep cheerful all the time and that in itself is no small task.
"Mother gave it to me," said Ogden simply. As he had anticipated, the shot silenced the enemy's battery. Mr. Pett grunted, but made no verbal comment. Ogden celebrated his victory by putting another piece of candy in his mouth. "Got a grouch this morning, haven't you, pop?" "I will not be spoken to like that!" "I thought you had," said his step-son complacently. "I can always tell.
And with easy money comin' in fresh and fresh every quarter, without havin' to turn a hand to get it, you'd 'most think he could take life cheerful. He don't, though. Hardly anything suits him. He develops into the club grouch, starin' slit-eyed at new members, and cultivatin' the stony glare for the world in general. And then, all of a sudden, his income dries up. Stops absolutely.
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