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Nolak, holding the camel up in frank admiration. "If you have a friend he could be part of it. You see there's sorta pants for two people. One pair is for the fella in front and the other pair for the fella in back. The fella in front does the lookin' out through these here eyes an' the fella in back he's just gotta stoop over an' folla the front fella round." "Put it on," commanded Perry.
It was even irreverent like one of those mediaeval pictures of a monk changed into a beast by the ministrations of Satan. At the very best the ensemble resembled a humpbacked cow sitting on her haunches among blankets. "Don't look like anything at all," objected Perry gloomily. "No," said Mrs. Nolak; "you see you got to have two people." A solution flashed upon Perry. "You got a date to-night?"
"Oh, I couldn't possibly " "Oh, come on," said Perry encouragingly. "Sure you can! Here! Be good sport, and climb into these hind legs." With difficulty he located them, and extended their yawning depths ingratiatingly. But Mrs. Nolak seemed loath. She backed perversely away. "Oh, no " "C'mon! You can be the front if you want to. Or we'll flip a coin." "Make it worth your while." Mrs.
Nolak, holding the camel in frank admiration. "If you have a friend he could be part of it. You see there's sorta pants for two people. One pair is for the fella in front, and the other pair for the fella in back. The fella in front does the lookin' out through these here eyes, an' the fella in back he's just gotta stoop over an' folla the front fella round." "Put it on," commanded Perry.
The hind legs moved forward, giving the effect of a huge cat-camel hunching his back preparatory to a spring. "No; move sideways." The camel's hips went neatly out of joint; a hula dancer would have writhed in envy. "Good, isn't it?" demanded Perry, turning to Mrs. Nolak for approval. "It looks lovely," agreed Mrs. Nolak. "We'll take it," said Perry.
Mrs. Nolak set her lips firmly together. "Now you just stop!" she said with no coyness implied. "None of the gentlemen ever acted up this way before. My husband " "You got a husband?" demanded Perry. "Where is he?" "He's home." "Wha's telephone number?"
He would have attracted attention in any gathering, if only by his melancholy cast of feature and the look of hunger lurking round his shadowy eyes. "You see you have to have two people," said Mrs. Nolak again. Perry tentatively gathered up the body and legs and wrapped them about him, tying the hind legs as a girdle round his waist. The effect on the whole was bad.
Nolak was short and ineffectual looking, and on the cessation of the world war had belonged for a while to one of the new nationalities. Owing to the unsettled European conditions she had never since been quite sure what she was.
In a vague background many rows of masks glared eyelessly at the visitor, and there were glass cases full of crowns and scepters and jewels and enormous stomachers and paints and powders and crape hair and face creams and wigs of all colours. When Perry ambled into the shop Mrs. Nolak was folding up the last troubles of a strenuous day, so she thought, in a drawer full of pink silk stockings.
One those hot ole August days'll thaw it out awright." "Goin' let it stand?" "Sure. Let 'er stand. Take a hot thief to steal it. Gemme taxi." The man in the tall hat summoned a taxi. "Where to, mister?" "Go to Nolak's costume fella." Mrs. Nolak was short and ineffectual looking, and on the cessation of the world war had belonged for a while to one of the new nationalities.
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