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"Off hand, I'd say the racket was good for a 'grand' a week. Maizie would get fifty, Tony and his wife a hundred smackers, another fifty for the concession. In ten weeks, I could pay for the Bar-O and have " The telephone rang. "If that's for me," said the little man to Aaron Logan, "get on that extension and listen to the story of a misspent life, for I'll try to get him to tell it."
I can go so joyously through the mazes of the dance that the watchers may forget their sordid cares." Suzanna, listening, was carried away. She cried with eager response: "Why the night of the Indian Drill I can believe I am a fairy, dancing over snow-topped mountains, and singing, flying clear up into the clouds!" "You might fall, Suzanna," said Maizie, "you know you haven't wings."
I'll have to wash him myself if you're too mean. And Saturday morning you can peel the potatoes so thick that mother'll say: 'Maizie, do you think we're made of money! Here, let Suzanna show you how to peel those potatoes thin. And then I'll be so mad I'll give you a push, and I won't speak to you for the rest of the day." "Yes, go on," said Maizie, her eyes shining.
Weatherbee tells us that she is going to report us to Miss Rutledge, Maizie, we must beg her not to do it," quavered Marian. "We must promise her anything rather than let her go to Miss Rutledge. That's what I intend to do and so must you." Maizie regarded Marian with the air of one who was carefully weighing the cowardly counsel. All she said was: "Come on. We mustn't keep her waiting."
Maizie did not answer; silently she sank into her chair as her mother appeared with the baby and took her usual place, after placing him in his high chair. Maizie gazed for a moment at the oatmeal in her own blue plate, then with a little petulant gesture, she pushed the plate away.
Still, with the quiet there was a freshness in the air that made the children draw in deep breaths. Suzanna began very softly: "Maizie, do you see that big rose nodding near the fence over there at Mrs. Reynolds'?" Yes, Maizie saw the rose.
Not, however, till the setting was right would she tell her story. Suzanna's unconscious dramatic sense rarely failed her. At the supper table that night the baby fell asleep in his high chair. Peter, after a hard day of play, was nodding in his place. Maizie, replete after her third dish of rice pudding, was quiet; a little sleepy too, if truth must be told.
Her daughter "Maizie" fetched a long breath and shut her eyes, like she'd seen her finish and was resigned to it. "Well, Mr. Jones," says I, soon's I could get my breath, "this is kind of unexpected, ain't it? Thought you was booked for the main deck." "Yes, sir," he says, polite as a sewing-machine agent, "I was, but Percy and I have exchanged. Cereal this morning, madam?" Mrs.
"They didn't come to see her," informed Marian scornfully. "It's Judith Stearns that draws them. She's very popular at Wellington. Can't see why, I'm sure. Anyway Jane Allen has pulled the wool over her eyes until she thinks she has a wonderful roommate." "Jane Allen hasn't so many friends," broke in Maizie.
"I'll work my fingers down, Max, only don't try to ditch me, don't try to ditch me! I'll go out to the country where your old woman can't ever sniff me. I I'll fix it, Max, so you so you just can't lose. Don't ditch me, dear; take your Maizie back. Take me in your arms and call me Maizie. Take me!" "Girl, 'ain't you 'ain't you got no shame!" "Just try me back for a month, Max.
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