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Updated: May 12, 2025
"You understand what you came butting in upon, don't you?" "I took it to be a rehearsal of a melodrama, crudely conceived and very poorly played." "Say, you use pretty big words for a low-lived iceman." "State your business with me if you have any," Farr reminded him. "I have something else to do besides swap talk with a drunken man and your breath is very offensive."
It might have presented enchanting prospects to an iceman or a bighorn, or a Rocky Mountain goat, but for two tired men it was a gloomy, dangerous and desolate place and I felt certain that even a witch-bear would not choose such a dangerous place as a camping ground.
"Is there anything in that novel about ringing in an iceman to break up a marriage? I say it was all a conspiracy. You didn't intend to be square. You intended to rig a scheme so that you could duck out from under. You have always done that, Mrs. Kilgour." "I had nothing to do with that man coming in." "Don't try to fool me any more. You told me to come, didn't you?
Kilgour. There must be a settlement between us." She looked away from him. She was plainly searching her soul for excuses to postpone that settlement. "That person who came in, Dicky! I swear I did not arrange any such thing. He is only an iceman. I don't know the man. It was some accident. If the matter hadn't been interrupted! It was going along all right."
She cleaned up with the thoroughness and dispatch of a housewife who, before going to the seashore, forgets not instructions to the iceman, the milkman, the janitor, and the maid.
Also, I was moved from one room to another so many times that I got to liking the odor of the pipes the expressmen smoked. I don't think I ever had so dull a time as I did with this lady. There was never anything amusing going on inside she was devoted to her husband, and, besides leaning out the window and flirting with the iceman, she never did a thing toward breaking the monotony.
I made a very good one; which was, to creep down, all the way down the back stairs, and hide behind the cellar door, and slip out and escape when the iceman came at dawn, while he was inside filling the refrigerator; then I would hide all day, and start on my journey when night came; my journey to well, anywhere where they would not know me and betray me to the master.
He talked to anyone who would talk to him, though he was naturally a shy man. He talked to the barber, the grocer, the druggist, the streetcar conductor, the milkman, the iceman. But the price of wheat did not interest these gentlemen. They did not know that the price of wheat was the most vital topic of conversation in the world.
I'll tell you what it was on the next page, when, in case the iceman brings me some hot chocolate to put on my bread and butter, the bedtime story will be about Uncle Wiggily and the chickie. "Well, what shall we do to-day?" asked the second cousin to Grandfather Prickly Porcupine, as he crawled out of his bed of dried leaves, and looked over to where Uncle Wiggily was washing his whiskers.
Part of the fence that was in the water had broken and hung wobbling. But what had attracted Sunny Boy's attention was a pile of ice cakes that were jammed against the fence. They were a yellowish-white, not at all like the ice cakes the iceman left in the refrigerator on summer mornings. "It'll break in a minute," declared Nelson Baker. "Let's watch."
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