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It was the custom, to ask, perfectly respectfully, what name she might be having now, and Mrs. Mame never took offence, being good natured, and understanding how hard it was to keep track of her matrimonial adventures, episodes of sentiment but without any nonsense. "Sho!" Mrs. Caope had said once, "I disremember if I couldn't stand him er he couldn't stand me!"
I often wished I could be witty. All I can do is to laugh at the jokes which other girls make." "Why wish to be witty?" asked Josephine. "You're so sweet and womanly and tender." "Am I all that?" cried Erma and she laughed again. "I must go and tell Mame. She has known me for years and has never suspected that I am all that." She hurried away. Jo yet lingered.
The next day we tried it again, and out comes old man Dugan fetching in his hands the fairy viands. "'Kinder off yer feed, ain't ye, gents? he asks, fatherly and some sardonic. 'Thought I'd spell Mame a bit, seein' the work was light, and my rheumatiz can stand the strain. "So back me and Collier had to drop to the heavy grub again.
You think I'm a white chip in this family, but let me tell you something there's plenty of lovely friends I got who think I'm a fool to keep it up! I had an offer to go on the stage, not a month ago, from a manager who didn't even know I was married; didn't I, Mame? And if it wasn't for Julie there " "You've not got anything on me, Em," George said, breathing hard, his face blood red with anger.
Then I laughed, and laid down on the floor to laugh easier. It seemed funny to me. By nature and geniality I am a hearty laugher, and I went the limit. When I came to, Mame was sitting with her back to me, all contaminated with dignity. "'Don't be angry, Mame, I says, 'for I couldn't help it. It's the funny way you've done up your hair. If you could only see it!
Pennold's shaking voice rose to a breaking cry, but again his wife silenced him. "Suppose we did write such a letter an' we ain't admittin' we did, for a minute what's Blaine got on us?" demanded Mame, coolly. "It's no crime, as I ever heard, to write a letter any way you want to. Who are you, young man? You're no bank clerk!" "He's a 'tec, of course! Shut up your fool mouth, Mame.
"About a week after Collier pulled his freight there came a kind of side-show to town, and hoisted a tent near the railroad. I judged it was a sort of fake museum and curiosity business. I called to see Mame one night, and Ma Dugan said that she and Thomas, her younger brother, had gone to the show. That same thing happened for three nights that week.
I could have managed quite a collation, but Mame didn't seem to be grieving over nothing to eat, so I made no lamentations. It was a sore subject with me, and I ruled provender in all its branches out of my conversation. "I am minded to touch light on explanations how I came to lose the way.
By this time he has amalgamated himself with half the delicatessen truck in town. "'You mean Ed Collier? says Mame. "'I do, I answers; 'and a pity it is that he has gone back to crime again. I met him outside the tent, and he exposed his intentions of devastating the food crop of the world.
The girl whom he had called Mame turned and looked at James with a sort of innocent boldness. "He's a queer feller," she observed. "He seems to be." "He is, you bet. Livin' in a house he's built out of boxes when he makes big money. He's on strike every little while. I wouldn't look at him. Don't know what he's drivin' at half the time. Reckon he's " She touched her head significantly.
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