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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!"
Hello! how's my friend, the picture king?" "Rotten," said Mr. Pelz, amiably, shaking hands with a great riding-up of cuff, and seating himself astride a Florentine bench and the leather-embossed arms of the Strozzi family. "Roody, what a way to sit!" "'What a way to sit, she tells me. I'd like to see a fellow sit any way in this room without making a monkey of himself. Am I right, Feist?
Pelz on the shining plaits, the light-tan column of throat and the little fist pressed so deeply into her bosom. "Red head!" he said, stroking down at the warm "bulge of blanket, so snugly enclosed in the crotch of mothering arm. "It's redder than yours already, Roody." "She's sure a grand little thing cuddled up there, ain't it so, mammela?" She reached up to pat his blue shirt-sleeve.
"Don't tease her, Roody; she likes to be let alone in public." MR. FEIST: The old lady certainly holds her own, don't she? Honest, I'd give anything if I knew how to talk to her a little. "No, Mr. Feist, mamma's breaking. Every day since her stroke I can see it more. It nearly kills me, too. It's pretty lonesome for her, up here away from all her old friends.
"He 'ain't quite got the eyes to see, Rosie, the big idea in it. He's afraid of life, instead of making it so that life should be afraid of him. Ten dollars cheaper I can buy that machine to-day than last week. A song for it, I tell you." "Ninety dollars to me is no cheap song, Roody." "The people got to be amused the same as they got to be fed.
It's natural the child should enjoy it." "Let her enjoy; only, where it comes in I should have to sit across from him at supper three times this week, I don't see. Out of the studio, me and Spencer don't talk the same language. To-night, him and Feist would mix like oil and water." "Does Feist know yet, Roody, you closed the deal on the Grismer estate?" "Sure!
Honest, I said to Roody, when I picked up the paper this morning, it gives me the blues before I open it." "Nobody can tell me that this country is going to sit back much longer and see autocracy grind its heel into the face of the world." "You're right, Feist! I think if there is one thing worse than being too proud to fight, it is not being proud enough to fight."
Why, a woman just couldn't why, I I always say about you, Roody, only yesterday to my own sister-in-law, 'Etta, I says, 'it's hard for me to think of anything new to wish for. Just take last week, for instance, I wished it that, right after the big check you gave for the Armenian sufferers, you should give that extra ten thousand in mamma's name to the Belgian sufferers. Done!
Eighteen baths a day! I know the time when one every Saturday night was stuck up." "Roody, honest, you're awful!" "Say, me and Feist speak the same language. We ain't entertaining a lot of motion-picture stars to-night." "I want Mr. Feist to come over some night to sup dinner when we have a few of them over. We're great friends, Mr.
He's got big ideals, Lester has. He got plans up his sleeve for making over the moving-picture business from the silly films they show nowadays to " "Yes to something where no one gets a look-in except Lester Spencer. They're looking for his kind to run the picture business!" "Roody Bleema please! Just look at poor grandma! Mr. Feist, I must apologize." "He's a nix, an empty-headed "
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