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"Ain't one o' y' dares t' show y'r face! Jus' y' let me see who's hissin', and I'll give y' what for! Geese hiss, and snakes! Come and do y'r hissin' where I can look at y'!" More hisses and cat calls, yowls, meows, and a spirited spitting; raucous laughter, too, and a mingling of voices in several tongues. "Wops!" cried Big Tom again. "Wops, and Kikes, and Micks!
She had to admit, despite the protests of conscience, that she did prefer the studio to the Sunday-school. "Oh," remarked Jadwin, "I'm sorry to hear you had a headache. "I found them very interesting." "No, excuse me, but I'm afraid you didn't. My little micks are not interesting to look at nor to listen to. But I, kind of well, I don't know," he began pulling his mustache.
"Micks," Belle sometimes called them, and sometimes, "Finian Mickies." Up here I had no playmates. From now on, our garden lost its charms. Up the narrow courtway which ran along the side of the house I would slip stealthily to the front gate and often get a good look down the street before Belle sharply called me back.
The little micks aren't so dreadful when you get to know them." "I!" exclaimed Laura, rather blankly. She shook her head. "Oh, no, Mr. Jadwin. I should be only an encumbrance. Don't misunderstand me. I approve of the work with all my heart, but I am not fitted I feel no call. I should be so inapt that I know I should do no good. My training has been so different, you know," she said, smiling.
"I haven't a doubt of it, Mr. Jadwin," Laura hastened to exclaim. "And you must not think that I don't believe you are doing a splendid work." "Well, it suits me," he repeated. "I like my little micks, and now and then I have a chance to get hold of the kind that it pays to push along.
I play at the piano and am very ignorant, and completely immersed in the worst traditions of the wealthy Micks of the Upper West Side, and I always pretend that I live here instead of on the Upper East Side because 'the air is better." "What is this Upper West Side? Is it a state of mind?" "Indeed it is not. It's a state of pocketbook.
"This deal I got from your discharged runner, Hennesey. I only dealt with the fellow because he told me he had quit you. And look at what he gave me for a crew twenty-four wild Micks that, let alone the ropes, can't speak English or understand it. Are you a party to this trick, Murphy?" "I'm not," declared Murphy, stoutly.
"Can't you be sensible?" she cried. "It's awful! I tell you it's awful!" But Bert was irrepressible. "Go it, old girl!" he encouraged. "You win! Me for you every time! Now's your chance! Swat! Oh! My! A peach! A peach!" "It's the biggest rough-house I ever saw," Billy confided to Saxon. "It sure takes the Micks to mix it. But what did that dude wanta do it for? That's what gets me.
There were not above twelve or fifteen men out, all of whom, or nearly all were cousins to each other. They seemed to be all Toms, and Pats, and Larrys, and Micks. I was done up very knowingly in pink, and thought that I looked quite the thing, but for two or three hours nobody noticed me. I had my eyes about me, however, and soon found out which of them was Tom O'Conor.
"Tomboy! tomboy!" jeered the brown-eyed youth from above. "Why don't you borrow some girls' clothes?" "All right, Sissy," said Nance, "lend me yours." The Micks shrieked their approval, while Nance rolled a mud ball and, with the deadly aim of a sharpshooter, let it fly straight at the white-frilled bosom of her tormentor.
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