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Updated: June 13, 2025
What kind of letters did District Nurses write? Gloria had gone back, in convenient interstices of her new life in this strange city, to mild musings on streets where poverty dwelt undisguised. At this distance, Dinney and little Hunkie were faint wraiths rather than realities. Gloria's musings now were tinted with a comfortable impersonality that robbed them of the power to sting.
Hal had witnessed one occasion when there was a dispute as to whose duty it was to move timbers. There was a great two-handled cross-cut saw lying on the ground, and Stone seized it and began to wave it, like a mighty broadsword, in the face of a little Bohemian miner. "Load them timbers, Hunkie, or I'll carve you into bits!"
"Nobody comes this way any more, an' the feller said that the tracks runs through the woods clear to the Hunkie settlement by the yards. Feelin' all right, Jim?" "I guess so." Jim put his hand to his side, where each breath brought a stab of pain, but brought it down again quickly lest her swift glance catch the motion. "It's pretty in here, isn't it?" "It's longer," replied Lou practically.
Somebody ought to climb up and print an 'Un' before it, and even that wouldn't be bad enough! "I wish I knew who Rose is. All I do know is that you taught her to be good to Hunkie Dinney said so. He said that Rosy lived across the hall, and that she had eyes like mine!
It was more as if she had recently read a story full of pathos, whose chief characters were named Hunkie and Dinney, and whose background was a dreary street. She would tell the story to the District Nurse and perhaps evoke a sequel to it from her. "Dear Miss Winship: My uncle and aunt spirited me away the next day, and here I am in this 'Undiscovered Country'! Do you mind if I write you?
I asked uncle for a runabout, but I'll give that up. I wish I dared ask him how much it costs to tear a house down I wonder if you couldn't find out for me? "Aunt Em and I picked out the kind of automobile for me in an advertisement a little beauty. Last night I dreamed I had it, and the first ride I took it turned into That Street I couldn't help it; it would go. It it ran over little Hunkie.
Instantly there came before him some little red shoes for Hunkie, and some stockings, and maybe a little red cap. But there was not time to go further into the matter as to what five dollars might stand for. Gloria's hand was grasping his shoulders with a firm grip. "Will you find it out, Dinney? Will you? Will you come to me straight with the name and to nobody else?"
He kept thinking angrily of Art Kuzak, getting a little overstuffed, it seemed. The hunkie kid, the ex-football player who had become a big commercial and industrial baron of the Belt. Easy living. Cuties around. And poor twin Joe just another stooge... Nelsen went into the office, his fists clenched overdramatically. "I'm taking a leave, Art maybe a long one," he said. Art Kuzak stared at him.
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