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Updated: May 16, 2025
No Christmas Eve was allowed to go by without the presence of alien offspring about their fire-lit hearth, and no strange little kiddie ever left for his own bed without treasuring in his soul the belief that he had seen Santa Claus at last had been kissed by him, too albeit the plain-faced, wistful little man with the funny bald-spot was in no sense up to the preconceived opinions of what the roly poly, white-whiskered, red- cheeked annual visitor from Lapland ought to be in order to make dreams come true.
'Well, Jimmie, he said, 'you've saved your scalp this time." "You were a gullible kiddie," she replied. "But it's a mystery to me how you could have lived in Seattle three years without knowing the prettiest woman on the boulevard by sight." Jimmie shook his head. "I haven't the shadow of an excuse, unless it was because another girl was running such a close second she always cut off my view."
Good going, wasn't it?" "Sure," agreed Rube. "But she didn't come back so quick, Kiddie, nothin' like it. Did yer know she'd a cut on her shoulder?" "Eh a cut?" Kiddie started in vexed surprise. "Is it bad?" "Oh, no," Rube assured him, "makes her limp some. But I've doctored th' wound, an' it's gettin' along all right. Come an' have a squint at it."
Now if that mental telepathy were working right now it would be handing the things passing in your head something like this: 'Why in hell can't that damned dope merchant, and that dandy woman who don't know better than to waste her time being his wife, come right along and fix something so Nita and the kiddie ain't left lonesome and unprotected while I'm away. That's the kind of message I'd be getting from you.
Where the real danger comes in is in judging the exact amount of stuff to gather on the spear-head; an inch or so too much and you may get a part of the kiddie's little back; an inch or so too little and, when you have him high in air, you may cut through the cloth and cause said kiddie to make a hasty descent to terra firma.
Catching the scent hot and fresh, Susan Gluck's Orphan came dashing up-wind giving tongue, or rather, nose, voluptuously. "Mm-m-m! Snmmff!" inhaled the Orphan, wrinkling ecstatic nostrils. "Mister, lemme smell it some more!" Graciously the dispenser of fragrance waved his balm-laden handkerchief. "Like it, kiddie?" he said. "Oh, it's grand!" She stretched out her little grimy paws.
"We shall not get very far if you're notionin' ter make camp 'fore dark." "All the better," said Kiddie. "If we find we've forgotten anything, there'll be the less distance for us to come back for it, see?" "Thar's nothin' as you're liable ter have forgot," observed Rube, confident in Kiddie's forethought. "Seems ter me you must have had a schedule of the things already fixed up in your head.
"A pity Kiddie ain't here along of us, to help. He'd sure tell us if thar's Injuns prowlin' around. My old eyes ain't just what they used ter be for spottin' a crawlin' Redskin from afar. Now, Kiddie had eyes like spy-glasses, hadn't he, Isa? As for his sense of hearin' well, I allow he c'd 'most hear the grass a-growin'."
"You say you didn't touch the dead dog," pursued Kiddie, "didn't look into her eyes an' see how the pupils were dilated; didn't handle her limbs an' feel how rigid they were. You've seen many an animal killed with a bullet, Rube, but you never saw one lookin' as Sheila looks. Why? Because she wasn't shot.
"Look here, kiddie," he said, "if you've thought better of it, just mention the same before I post these letters. I shall understand." She smiled at him, her quick, sweet smile. "Nick, you're a darling! But I haven't." "Quite sure?" said Nick. "Quite sure," she replied with emphasis. He looked a little quizzical. "By the way, did you ask Max what you wanted to know?"
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