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For answer he leaned over and took her small figure in his arms, wiping away with his sheer untried handkerchief the tears; but fresh ones sashayed down her face and flowed over her words. "Phonzie, tell me, do you do you think " He held her closer. "Sure, madam, I do."
If I'd only mentioned it to you this afternoon earlier, we could have been over and back by now." "Wait until Monday then, Phonzie." "Yes, but you ought to have heard her this morning, Gert; it's not often she gets her heart so set. To-morrow being Sunday, all of a sudden she gets a-wishing for one of the glass-top ones like she's seen around in the parks, to take him out in for the first time."
Her head fell suddenly forward in her arms, pushing the elaborate coiffure awry, and beneath the blue-checked apron her shoulders heaved. He rose. "Madam! Why, madam, what " "Don't don't pay any attention to me, Phonzie. I I just got a silly fit on me. I'll be all right in a minute." "Aw, madam, I I didn't mean to make you sore by anything I said."
"Many's the time she she's cried to me just cried, because the kind of life she has to live don't lead to anything, and she knows it." "I ain't blaming you for liking her, Phonzie; a girl with her figure can make an old dub like me look like well, I just guess after her I I must look like thirty cents to you." "You!
"You go now, Phonzie; the whole evening don't need to be spoiled for you just because I went and got a silly fit of blues on. You you go get some live one like Gert and and take her out skylarking." "You're sore about Gert, is that it, madam?" "No, no. Honest, Phonzie." "Madam, I I just don't know what's got you. Is it something I said has hurt your feelings?" "No, no."
"You're a nice boy, Phonzie, and a proud father, but you can't spend my money for me. What you bet I get ten per cent. off for cash? Subway at seven. I'll be there." "I may be a bit late, Gert. She ain't so strong yet, and after last night I don't want to get her nervous."
Her head burrowed deeper in her arms, her voice muffed in their depth. "Madam!" "How many times I've dreamed, Phonzie. You and me, real partners in the business and and in everything. Us in a little home together, one of the five-room flats down on the next floor, with a life-size kitchen and a life-size dining-room and and a life-size Aw, Phonzie, you you'll think I'm crazy."
Out on the drying sidewalk they leaned to each other, and the duet of their merriment ran ahead of them down the meager street and found out its dark corners. "Honest, Phonzie, won't the girls just bust when they hear this!" "And Mil, poor old girl, she's right weak and full of nerves now, but she'll laugh loudest of all when she knows why I went with Slews." "Yes. She-can-laugh-loudest-of-all."
If I had a home of my own, you know what I'd buy first a pair of carpet slippers and a patent rocker." "I bet you mean it, too, Phonzie." "Sure I mean it! How'd you like to go through life like me, trying to keep the kink ironed in my hair and out of my back, or lose my job at the only kind of work I'm good for?
You know about that midnight blue satin Hertz had the brass to dump back on us because the skirt was too tight. Huh?" Her eyes were far and away. "Huh, whatta you know about that, Gert?" Her hands, gripped around the handle-bars, were full of nerves; she could feel them jumping in her palm. "Huh, Gert?" "What you say, Phonzie?" "All right, don't answer. Moon all you like, for my part."
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