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Bean's installation, under the guidance of Cassidy, was effected without delay. The apartment proved to be entirely suitable for a king in abeyance. There was a bedroom, a parlour, an alcove off the latter that Cassidy said was the libr'y an' a good place f'r a dawg t' sleep, and beyond this was a feminine diminutive of a kitchen, prettily called a "kitchenette."

Fanny had made plans for her nephew as well as herself; she had found a three-room "kitchenette apartment" in an apartment house where several old friends of hers had established themselves elderly widows of citizens once "prominent" and other retired gentry.

He was going toward the door. "They say they're wonderful." "Who wants to live in one room, anyway?" "It's really two rooms and the kitchenette. There's the living room perfectly darling and a sort of combination breakfast room and kitchen. The breakfast room is partitioned off with sort of cupboards so that it's really another room. And so handy!" "How'd you know?"

Mary, standing in the doorway, heard Phil say, "Tell me about her, Miss Betty. She writes so seldom that I can only imagine her conquests." For a moment Mary watched him, as he studied the sketch intently. Then she turned away to the kitchenette to help Joyce, thinking how lovely it must be to have a handsome man like that bend over your picture so adoringly, and speak of you in such a fashion.

After the meal was ended, and we had fed the dog, Jacqueline insisted on washing the dishes, and I showed her the kitchenette and let her do so, though I should never have need for the cheap plates and cups again. "Now, Jacqueline, we must go," I said. I placed her neckpiece about her. I closed her bag, stuffing the bills inside, and hung it on her arm.

There's one corner of my soul that's still wrinkled from the crushing. Everything in a heap. Not to speak of the slavery of it. That that deceitful, lying kitchenette." This was the first woman that Mrs. Brewster had talked to really talked to since leaving Winnebago. And she liked women. She missed them. At first she had eyed wonderingly, speculatively, the women she saw on Fifth Avenue.

One was on a top floor on Washington Square South, a big room with bathroom and kitchenette attached and a small bedroom opening into it. The other was an attic just off the Square. It had water, but no bathroom, was heated only by an open fire, and consisted of one large room with sufficient light, and a large closet in which was a single pane of glass high up.

Newport heiress be blowed! She's just a nice New York girl, one I've known four or five years; and when it comes to settlin' down we'll most likely look for three rooms on the top floor with a two-by-four bath and a foldin' kitchenette. I'll be satisfied at that, though." It's a great state of mind to be in. I hope I didn't look as foolish as I felt.

Johnny went on, "I've seen you in a lot of glad rags but this tops them all. Looks like you'd just come from your own kitchenette." Mazie bit her lip to hide her confusion. Then blushing, she said: "Johnny, I'm hungry. When do we eat?" "I know a nice place right round the corner. C'mon. Where's Cio-Cio-San?" "Gone to the Emergency hospital." "Hanada," Johnny exclaimed. "I must find out about him."

If we feel the need of an extra sitting-room that is, three beaus a night we draw cuts to see who has to resort to the park, or a movie, or the ice-cream parlor, or the kitchenette. Our time is up next week and we shall return modestly to our boarding-houses. It is great fun, but it is expensive, and we are so busy. "We have lovely times. The girls are not like me.

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