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Kukor's daughter, for "Mama!" cried the young mother; and as they met just in front of Johnnie there was an explosive outburst of talk in a strange tongue, and much of what Johnnie afterwards described to Cis as "double kissin'," that is, a kissing on both cheeks, the baby coming in for his share and weeping over it forlornly. Greeting done, Mrs. Kukor introduced Johnnie.
And still using the soap liberally, even contrived to get rid of a coal smudge of long standing, situated down along his thin left calf. But the morning passed, and the afternoon went by, and no one came. No one, that is, but Mrs. Kukor, who looked in toward five o'clock. In amazement she noted the neatness of the kitchen and the cleanliness of his face. "Ach, Levi!" she exclaimed.
But, Cis, w'y don't y' skedaddle right now? Go whilst the goin's good! Gosh, I'm 'feard that some one's likely t' git hurt pretty bad, and it won't be Barber! So whoever it is will need t' be nursed." "Oy! oy! oy! oy!" lamented Mrs. Kukor. "I'll nurse him!" cried Johnnie, hardly able to keep back the tears. "I'll go with him, and take care of him, and cook for him."
He rapped it again, and louder, watching the clock this time, in order to give the little Jewish lady a full minute to rise from her rocking chair. But she did not rise; and no steps went doll-walking across the ceiling. At this early hour could Mrs. Kukor be out? He went up. Another surprise. Another change. Another blow.
The battle's over, and the Yanks've beat." But Johnnie was still prone, with the wheel in his embrace, and the old veteran was sobbing, his wrinkled face glistening with tears, when Mrs. Kukor opened the door and came doll-walking in. She was a short little lady, with a compact, inflexible figure that was, so to speak, square, with rounded-off corners square, and solid, and heavy.
Roosevelt, or Robinson Crusoe, no excuses of any kind would have to be made. He and his house were in order. Mrs. Kukor. So far he had not noticed a sound from overhead. When the brown shoes were on, he rapped an I'm-coming-up signal on the sink pipe. There was no answer.
What peace he felt! What happiness! What triumph! He seemed even taller than usual! And lighter on his feet! And, oh, the strength in his backbone! in those lead-pipe legs! "I'm not terrible bad off here no more," he went on. "I got this suit, and my books, and One-Eye's quart o' milk. Also, Mrs. Kukor, she'll be back 'fore long, and you'll bring Cis home t' see me, won't y'?" "I will."
"How you gits a runnink jump mit yourselluf!" "Prob'ly that gentleman, he's been awful busy to-day," said Johnnie, "and so he'll be here first thing in the mornin'." "Pos-i-tivvle!" comforted Mrs. Kukor. But late that night, when the whole flat was abed, he admitted to himself not only his disappointment but his keen chagrin.
Kukor gave one prodigious doll-rock which turned her square about, and she disappeared into the tiny room, evidently to help with the packing. "Oh, but I'm all ready!" declared Cis, following the little Jewish lady. "And, Father Pat, you won't mind coming with us?" asked Mr. Perkins. "I'll do that with pleasure," answered the priest, heartily. Johnnie felt a touch on his arm. "Sonny!"
It was hard to convince him, but at last she did, this by pointing out to him the price marked in each book, a sum that took his breath away. Three dollars and a half apiece they were! More than ten altogether! Mrs. Oh, how good strangers were to a person! It almost seemed that the less you knew somebody But, no, that was not true, because Mrs. Kukor "Tell me more about Mr.
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