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Two or three times a day she ran out to see that they were safe; but for the rest she kept herself closely housed, and saw no one whom she was not forced to see; only the meat-man and the fish-man could speak authoritatively concerning her appearance and behavior before folks. They reported the latter as dry, cold, and uncommunicative.
He knew who owed the fish-man and who owed the meat-man, and who could not get trusted by either of them. In fact, so far as the divine attributes of omniscience and omnipresence could be vested in a faulty human creature, they were present in Jot Bascom. That he was quite unable to attend conscientiously to home duties, when overborne by press of public service, was true.
And still they came to get their portions. All were well known to the meat-man.
A black Cat with a white nose came rushing confidently with the rest, only to be repulsed savagely. Alas! Pussy did not understand. She had been a pensioner of the barrow for months. Why this unkind change? It was beyond her comprehension. But the meat-man knew. Her mistress had stopped payment. The meat-man kept no books but his memory, and it never was at fault.
She has learned to tolerate the elevator, and even to ride up and down on it. The negro stoutly maintains that once, when she heard the meat-man, while she was on the top floor, she managed to press the button that called the elevator to take her down. She is sleek and beautiful again.
There was John Washee's Cat, that got only a small piece because John was in arrears. Then there was the saloon-keeper's collared and ribboned ratter, which got an extra lump because the 'barkeep' was liberal; and the rounds-man's Cat, that brought no cash, but got unusual consideration because the meat-man did. But there were others.
Crocker, but two people are waiting for you and this isn't exactly Government business." "Got to hear the end, Captain." "I suppose so what next?" Dixy wondered why the spur touched him even lightly. "Pole, he told Mrs. Penhallow all about it, and she wasn't as glad to help her meat-man as she was to bother Swallow, so she took over the mortgage.
If you will tell me what to say I will answer the letter for you. Mrs. Stowe, the meat-man is at the door. Hadn't we better get a little beefsteak, or something, for dinner? Shall Hatty go to Boardman's for some more black thread? Mrs. Stowe, this cushion is an inch too wide for the frame. What shall we do now? Mrs. Stowe, where are the screws of the black walnut bedstead?
The meat-man rarely proved a success, but the ash-cans were there, and if they did not afford a meat-supply, at least they were sure to produce potato-skins that could be used to allay the gripe of hunger for another day. One night the mother Cat smelt a wonderful smell that came from the East River at the end of the alley.
But he says it's hard work and he has caught some terrible colds, holding his head under water so much. He's a great man." "He certainly must be," I said. "I do wish he were home so I could meet him." "Well, there's his house, look," said the cat's, meat-man "that little one at the bend in the road there the one high up like it was sitting on the wall above the street."
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