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Updated: June 21, 2025
Thank heavens, she's gone!" To a symphony of six-o'clock whistles the rumble of machines from the workrooms suddenly ceased. "Turn out the shower lights, Phonzie, and see that Van Nord's black lace goes out in time for opera to-night. When she telephoned at noon I told her it was on the way." Mr.
Across the room Madam Moores regarded them from beside the pile of sheeny silks, her fingers plucking nervously at the fabrics. "Hurry up over there, Phonzie. I told her the black lace was on the way." Miss Dobriner daubed at her red lips with a lacy fribble of handkerchief, her voice sotto behind it. "Don't let her pin you, Phonzie. Have a heart and take me to supper when I'm blue as indigo."
Did I quiver an eyelash when she ordered that pink organdie, and didn't Phonzie nearly double up when he took down the order? You want to see her measurements. I'll get the book and " "No, no, Gert; you can go on. I got to stay and go over the appointments with Phonzie." A quick red flowed up and under the rouged surface of Miss Dobriner's cheeks. "Oh excuse me!" "What!" "I All right, I'm going."
She ain't stuck on her way of living no more than I am, but she's a model and she 'ain't got enough of anything else in her to make the world treat her any different than a model." "I'm not saying she ain't a good thirty-six, Phonzie." "I got to hand it to her, madam, when it comes to a lot of things.
She gathered her gloves and her black silk handbag. "Then come, Phonzie," she said, "I'm going to take you home." And her throat might have been lined with fur. They went out together, locking the doors behind them, and into an evening as soft as silk and full of stars. Along the wide up-town street the human tide flowed fast and as if thaw had set in, releasing it from the bondage of winter.
I I'm hired by Phonzie and I'm here to wear models and not to steer your thinking." Madam Moores sat so tense in her chair that her weight did not relax to it. "You and me can't have no fusses, you know that, don't you? I give Phonzie the run of my floor, and he's the one has to deal with with freshness." "You you started it, madam. I can get along with anybody.
"Can I take a peek at the kid before " "Aw, Phonzie, and wake him up like you did last night. He'll sleep straight through now till half past twelve; that's why I didn't even tiptoe back in the bedroom myself. The doctor says the first half of the night is his best sleep; let him sleep till half past twelve, dear." "Aw, just one peek before I go." "Before you what?"
"Yeh, because I've never found anybody who even cares enough about me to clip my wings." Her laughter was short and with a blunt edge. "Whew! Such a spill for you, Gert!" "It's the spring gets on my nerves, I guess. Blow me to a table d'hôte to-night, Phonzie. I got a red-ink thirst on me and I'm as blue as indigo." "Hang around, Gert, and if I'm not on duty I "
Alphonse Michelson unlocked the door of his second-floor five-room apartment, a lamp softly burning through a yellow silk lamp-shade met him with the soft radiance of home. Beside the door he divested himself of his rain-spotted mackintosh, inserted his dripping umbrella in a tall china stand, shook a little rivulet from his hat and hung it on a pair of wall antlers. "That you, Phonzie?"
He hung over each process, proud and awkward. "Little darling little darling here, Phonzie help." They transferred the burden, the child not moving on his pillow. In the shallow heart of the perambulator, the high froth of pillows about him, he lay like a bud, his soft profile against the lace, and his skin like the innermost petal of a rose.
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