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Updated: June 2, 2025
Outside of my husband and Bleema, not a soul in the house talks her language except Sol and Etta when they come over." "She's my nice darling grandma," said Miss Pelz, suddenly pirouetting up from her chair around the table, kissing the old lips lightly and then back again, all in a butterfly jiffy. Ain't she the sweetest thing with her grandmother? "Umh!" said Mr.
Honest, I just squeeze up with excitement where you stand there at the edge of the deck and take the plunge into the water to rescue Norma Beautiful." "You mean a super for five a day takes the plunge." "Tell you another scene where I simply raise the roof off the house in " MR. PELZ: Williams, pass Mr. Feist some more of them little cabbages. "Brussels sprouts, dad."
If it was for ourselves alone, all right, maybe, take a chance but for " Suddenly Mr. Pelz clapped his thigh. "I got it! I got it! Well let the little Bleema decide it for us. How's that? She should decide it for us if we take a gamble on her daddy's big idea! Here I put a five-cents piece in her little hand and see which way she drops it.
I notice that with all his Louis-this and Louis-that rooms in his own house, up in his own room it is a good old Uncle Sam's cot and a patent rocker." "You've got a gorgeous room here just the same, Pelz." "Gorgeous for a funeral." "Every collector in the country knows that table. I had my eye on it for my music-room once myself when it was shown at Dunlap's."
I don't express it the way I see it, but " "I should say so, Mr. Feist! Out of every one of our thirty-four rooms and eighteen baths you can see a regular oil-painting." Mr. Pelz leaned over, tongue in cheek and, at the screwing noise again, poking Mr. Feist in the region of the fifth rib. "She said to me up-stairs just now, Feist, 'Like we was used to it from home? Eh? C-c-c-cluck!
After an interval, and only upon despatching a servant, Miss Pelz returned, the tears frank streaks now down her cheeks. "Sit down, baby, and drink your coffee." "Don't want any." "Williams, bring Miss Bleema some hot coffee." "I'm finished, mother please!" "I was telling Mr. Feist a while ago, Bleema, about your ambition to be a writer, not for money, but just for the pleasure in it.
"I do!" "Then, I say, if you still feel as you do, not even they have the right to interfere." "Promise us, Bleema; promise us that!" "I I'll be engaged on your word of honor without any fussing about it?" "An engaged girl, Miss Bleema, like any other engaged girl." "But dad look at him he won't p-promise," trembling into tears. "Of course he will won't you, Pelz?
From one of these windows, looking north, Rudolph Pelz, by the holding-aside of a dead weight of pink brocade and filet lace, could gaze upon a sweep of Hudson River that flowed majestically between the great flank of the city and the brobdingnagian Palisades.
Sopinsky's maid, and see that she gets to her room comfortable. Sit down, Bleema!" "My God! I can't believe my ears Bleema and such a goy play-actor " "Please, Rosie!" "A goy that " "Rosie, I said, 'Please! Bleema, did you hear me? Sit down!" Miss Pelz sat then, gingerly on the chair-edge, her young lips straight. "Well?"
Before a door-impaneled mirror, Mrs. Pelz, in a black-lace gown that was gracious to her rotundity. "Just look! I'm all dressed already." Mr. Pelz advanced to her, his clasp closing over each of her bare arms, smile and gaze lifting. "Rosie, you've got them all beat! Guess why I wish I was your diamond necklace." "Roody, it's nearly seven. Don't make me ashamed for Feist." "Guess!"
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