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Were I only swifter and more potent of pen, I could convey to you all in the stroke of a pestle the H2O, the pigment of the red-cheeked apple, the blue of long summer days, and the magnesia of the earth for which Stella Schump was the mortal and mortar receptacle. She was about as exotic as a flowering weed which can spring so strongly and so fibrously from slack.
Schump, gnarled of limb and knotted of joint, ever busy, except on the most excruciatingly rheumatic of her days, at a needlework so cruel, so fine that for fifteen years of her widowhood it had found instant market at a philanthropic Woman's Exchange.
"I don't go out tryin' to meet fellows that way." "You see, Mrs. Schump, the way she puts a gold fence around herself?" "Cora's puttin' herself out for you, Stella. There's no harm in a Saturday night's party in the company of Cora and some genteel friends." "Gert Cobb don't know I'm on earth." "You hear, Mrs. Schump? Is it any wonder she don't get out?
But there's a difference, Mrs. Schump, between being rough and being a goody-good." "There's something in what you say, Cora. I've had her by me so much, maybe I've tried to raise her a little over-genteel. There ain't one single bad appetite she's got to be afraid of. It's not in her.
"Now, Stella Schump, you're coming right to this party with me and Arch. We can't do more than tell her she's welcome, can we, Arch?" "Sure." "I promised your mother I'm going to see to it that you get away from her apron-strings and out among young folks more, and you're coming right to this party with me and Arch. Ain't I right, Arch?" "Sure."
She entered in one of the uncontrollable gales of laughter, the indoor heat immediately inducing the dizziness. "Whatta you think I yam? Tell it to the poodles and the great Danes!" Thirty minutes later, in a court-room as smeared of atmosphere as a dirty window, a bridge officer, reading from a slip of paper, singsonged to the sergeant-at-arms: "Stella Schump. Officer Charles Costello."
There's just something about me don't take with the boys. Honest, if I could only see one of you girls alone with a fellow once, to see how you do it!" "Just listen to her, Mrs. Schump, with her eyes and complexion and all!" "There's not a reason my girl shouldn't have it as good and better than the best of them. She's a good girl, Cora. Stella's a good girl to me." "Aw, mamma "
And yet such a weed can bleed milk. If Stella Schump was about fourteen pounds too plump, too red of cheek, and too blandly blue of eye, there was the very milk of human kindness in her morning punching up of her mother's pillows and her smoothing down of the gray and poorly hair.
"Arch Sensenbrenner, if you don't stop pinching me! Honest, my arm's black and blue! Honest! What'll Stella think we are? Now cut it out!" They walked a block in silence, but, beside her, Miss Schump could feel them shaking to a duet of suppressed laughter, and the red in her face rose higher and a little mustache of the tiniest of perspiration beads came out over her lip.
"The lane's like a morgue to-night." "Cold, ain't it?" said Stella Schump, shivering with night damp. A figure with a tilted derby came sauntering toward them. "Lay off my territory. I seen him first." "Oh sure yes all right." The place in between them was filled then, the tilted derby well forward and revealing a rear bulge of head.
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