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Make him quit, Cora; he's been ticklin' me something awful with that little old feather duster he brought along. Whatta you think this is Coney Island? E-e-e-e-e-e!" There ensued a scramble down the length of the room, Miss Cobb with her thin, bare little arms flung up over her head, Miss Kinealy tugging and then riding in high buffoonery over the bare floor, firmly secured to Mr.
One whiff of this roughhouse and he bolted down again, six steps at a jump. He slipped me so easy I was talking to myself all the way up-stairs. That guy had sense. Petticoat shush-shush can't put nothing over on him." "Aw, Ed!" CHORUS: Aw, Eh-ud! Aw, Eh-ud! Naouw "And him dated for Stella! Honest, it's a rotten shame!" Suddenly Miss Kinealy flashed to her feet, her glance running quick.
'Cora Jones, she said." Through the smoke of her bewilderment something irate stirred within Miss Schump, a smouldering sense of anger that burst out into a brief tongue of flame. "You! You! You're no amachure! Cora Jones! Cora Kinealy! Go tell it to the great Danes! Say it again! Gimme leave! Gimme leave!" The immediate peremptoriness of the gavel set her to blinking, but did not silence.
I tried once to, and she wouldn't take it." Miss Schump hooked a highly diffident hand into Mr. Sensenbrenner's sharply jutted elbow. "You two go on and talk together. I've chewed Arch's right ear off already." "It's a grand evenin' ain't it, Mr. Sensenbrenner?" At that from Miss Schump, Miss Kinealy executed a very soprano squeal that petered out in a titter of remonstrances.
Redly and somewhat painfully, the observed of all observers, Miss Schump tilted her head and drank, manfully and shudderingly, to the bitter end of the glass. "Attaboy! Say, tell it to the poodles and the great Danes! That Jane's no amachure!" Eyes stung to tears, pink tip of her tongue quickly circling her lips, Miss Schump held out to Mr. Kinealy the empty tumbler. "Now, there!" "More?"
"I'm game." "Don't give 'er a whole glass, Ed." She drank, again at one whiff. "That's more like it! Didn't kill you, did it? Now eat that Swiss-cheese sandwich and come over next to me and Arch while he tells fortunes." Miss Schump rose, rather high of head, the moment hers. Miss Kinealy stretched her hand out into the center of the closing-in circle of heads.
Again she had the sense of Cora Kinealy hurrying along the opposite side of the street on the tall heels that clicked. She let fall the bun into the gutter and stood there trembling. She obtained, one later afternoon, at the instance of a window-card, the swabbing of the tiled floor of an automobile show-room.
Give 'er a sandwich. Open 'er up a bottle. Gee! you're a fine crowd of fish, you are!" There was a general readjustment of circle and scraping of chairs. Miss Schump, scarlet, drew up and in, Mr. Kinealy prying off a fluted top for her. "Have this one on me, Stella!" he cried. "Your guy bolted of stage fright; but I'm here, and don't you forget it!"
MISS KINEALY: Aw, now, Stella; can't you be a good fellow for once? Do it, if it hurts you. Honest, I hate to say it, but you're the limit, you are! My God! limber up a little limber up! "Here, now open your mouth and shut your eyes." "Open it for her, Ed." "Aw, no; don't force her if she don't want it." "Gowann, Stella; be human, if it hurts you."
"It was this way O God, how was it? it was this way you see, me and my mamma and sometimes a friend Cora Jones no no no Cora Kinealy we used to sit in the lamplight no no first, I was in the shoes the children's shoes they used to come in, little kiddies with their toes all kicked out wantin' new shoes cute little baby-shoes that I loved to try on 'em. My friend Cora my friend O God!
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