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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Hand me the shoe-buttoner, Phonzie. The doctor says stooping is bad for my hair-pins." Their laughter, light as foam, met and mingled. "Oh, you nervy Gertie!" "What's your hurry, Phonzie dearie?" "I don't see you stopping me." "Fine chance, with her crouching over there, ready to spring." "Hang around, sweetness.
"Tired, Phonzie?" He ran a hand across his silk hair and glanced about. "Everybody gone?" "Yes." He reached for his hat and cane and a pair of untried gray gloves atop them. "I sent the yellow taffeta out on a C.O.D. That gold buckle she wanted on the shoulder cost her just twenty bucks more." "Good!" He fitted on his hat carefully and snapped his gloves across his palm. "Well, I'm off, madam."
Maybe I'm not on duty, and I'll take you to supper if you've not got a date with one of your million-dollar Charlies." "Soft pedal, Phonzie! You know I'd break a date with any one of 'em any day in the week for a sixty-cent table d'hote with you!" "Hang around then, sweetness." "Hang around!
"And ain't you glad it's all over, Phonzie?" "Am I!" "Four weeks old to-morrow, and Ida May was over to-day and says she never seen a kid so big for his age." "He takes after my grandfather he was six feet two without shoes." "You ought to seen him to-day laying next to me, Phonzie. He looked up and squinted, dear, for all the world like you." A bell tinkled.
Honest, I don't like to ask you to break your date to hike over there in the rain with me." "Raining! Aw, then let's cut it, Phonzie. I got a new marcel and a cold on my chest that weighs a ton. She can't roll it on a wet Sunday, nohow." "Paper says clear and warm to-morrow, Gert; but, honest, you don't need to go."
I just want her to be too surprised to open her mouth when she sees him sleeping in it like a top." She threw back the net drapery and leaned to the heart of the crib, and the blood ran in a flash across her face. "Little darling little Phonzie darling!" "Don't wake him, Gert." She was reluctant to withdraw herself. "His little darling fists, so pink and curled up! Little Phonzie darling!"
"Even even back there you was dead set on having good figures around the place, wasn't you, Phonzie?" "I tell you it's economy in the end, madam, to have figures that can show off the goods to advantage." "Oh, I'm not kicking, Phonzie, but I was just saying." "I have been in the business long enough, madam, to learn that the greatest way in the world to show gowns is on live stock.
A little girl aged four had once been found battered and dead beside a farm hand's dinner pail in St. Louis County! Suddenly all the faces she could conjure began to form staring circles around her the Visigoths. Minnie Dupree. Ida Blair. Auchinloss. Phonzie. Phonzie!
She stiffened with a new diffidence. "No, no. It's your surprise." "You done all the work on the job as much as me, and it's half your present, anyways. You roll him down the hall and stand next to her till she wakes up. She's a tight little sleeper, but if she don't wake soon I'll drop a book or something. Go on, Gert, roll it in." "No, no, Phonzie. You and her have your fun out alone.
But she was out and past him craning her neck backward through the aperture of the open door. "Go to it, Phonzie! It's your fun, anyways. Yours and hers. S'long!" He had already begun his triumphant passage down the hallway, and on her couch among her pillows Madam Moores closed her eyes in a simulation of sleep and against the tears that scalded her lids.
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