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"Then you may sell me a cabbage and ten onions," said Vrouw Van der Kloot. Father Vedder's eyes twinkled, and he lit his pipe. Kit got a cabbage for the Vrouw. "You can get the ten onions," he said to Kat. You see, really Kit couldn't count ten and be sure of it. So he asked Kat to do it. Kat wasn't afraid. She took out a little pile of onions in a measure, and said to Vrouw Van der Kloot,
'In the twenty-first century you shall have twenty-one dollars, said Kloot, recovering. 'Make mock as you please, replied the poet superbly. 'I shall be living in the fifty-first century even. Poets never die though, alas! they have to live. Twenty dollars too much, indeed! It is not a dollar a century for the run of the play. 'Very well, said Goldwater grimly. 'Give them back.
"Christopher and Katrina, but they call us Kit and Kat for short." It was Kat who said this. And Kit said, "When we are four feet and a half high, we are going to be called Christopher and Katrina." "Well, well, well!" said the large woman. "So you are! Now my name is Vrouw Van der Kloot. Are you helping Father?" "Yes," said the Twins. "We're going to help him sell things."
'Cutter of lines! The poet's cane slashed across Hamlet's right cheek near the right eye. 'Perverter of poesy! It slashed across the left cheek near the left eye. The Prince of Palestine received each swish with a yell of pain and fear, and the ever-ready Kloot dropped the curtain on the tragic scene. Such hubbub and hullabaloo as rose on both sides of the curtain!
'But "Hamlet" is a tragedy! gasped Pinchas. 'Sure! said Kloot cheerfully. 'They all die at the end. Our audiences would go away miserable if they didn't. You wait till they're dead, then you shall take your call. 'Take my call, for your play! 'There's quite a lot of your lines left, if you listen carefully. Only you don't understand stage technique.
But at that very instant Goldwater's voice returned to the bureau, ejaculating complacently: 'They're loving it, Kloot; they're swallowing it like ice-cream soda. Pinchas tingled with pleasure, but all Kloot replied was: 'You're wanted on the 'phone. 'Hello! called Goldwater. 'Hello! replied Pinchas in his natural voice. 'May a sudden death smite you!
You get two with your two cents, and I'll get two with mine! And I'll give my other one to Mother and you can give your other one to Father!" "That's just what we'll do," said Kat. They went back to Vrouw Van der Kloot. "We'll take four dolls," said Kat. "Well, well, well!" said the Vrouw. "So you've figured it all out, have you?"
'I and you are the only two people in New York who serve the poetic drama I by writing, you by producing. Goldwater still shook his head, albeit a whit appeased by the flattery. Kloot replied for him: 'Your manuscript shall be returned to you by the first dustcart. Pinchas disregarded the youth. 'But I am willing you shall have only a fortnight's rehearsals. I believe in you, Goldwater.
'That is what makes it impossible, assented Pinchas. 'And there is no other part worthy of Mrs. Goldwater. 'It may be she would sacrifice herself, said the manager musingly. 'And who am I that I should ask her to sacrifice herself? replied the poet modestly. 'Fanny won't sacrifice Ophelia, Kloot observed drily to his chief. 'You hear? said Goldwater, as quick as lightning.
'All the same, you might lend me a nickel for car-fare. Kloot thought his departure cheap at five cents. He handed it over. The poet went. An instant afterwards the door reopened and his head reappeared, the nose adorned with a pleading forefinger. 'You promise me all this? 'Haven't I promised? 'But swear to me. 'Will you go if I swear? 'Yup, said Pinchas, airing his American.
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