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Updated: June 8, 2025
In time, as his partner, the shoeman, had predicted, Father was elected president of the clubless country club, and organized a cross-country hike in which he outdistanced all the others, including the young and boastful Buck Simpson. He was slowly recognized as being "in society."
"'Well, if such is the case, said I, 'come up and see what I have. "'Well, I'll just go you one, said the shoeman. "Do you know, I had him walk with me up to the hotel he was a good jolly fellow and when I marched into the office with him, I called the children's shoe man over and introduced him.
The girls exulted joyfully together at the defeat of their companion, but the shoeman kept a grave face, while he searched out other sorts of shoes and slippers, and offered them, or responded to some definite demand with something as near like as he could hope to make serve.
"What'll you take for him?" "Why, hello!" said the shoeman, with an eye that dwelt upon the chef's official white cap and apron, "You talk English, don't you? Fust off, I didn't know but it was one of them foreign dukes come ova he'a to marry some oua poor millionai'es daughtas."
"Three dollas," said the shoeman in a surprise which he could not conceal at Clementina's courage. She laughed, and stooped to untie the slippers. "That's too much for me." "Let me untie 'em, Clem," said the big girl. "It's a shame for you eva to take 'em off." "That's right, lady," said the shoeman. "And you don't eva need to," he added, to Clementina, "unless you object to sleepin' in 'em.
She caught the slipper from the shoeman and harried it on; she tied the ribbons across the instep, and then put on the other. "Now put out youa foot, Clem! Fast dancin' position!" She leaned back upon her own heels, and Clementina daintily lifted the edge of her skirt a little, and peered over at her feet.
Used to be in business. Pilkings & Son's, little old New York. Me and old Pilky practically started the business together, as you might say." "Well, well, well, well!" The shoeman stared in reverent amazement. Then, as he could think of nothing further to say, he justly observed, "Well!" "Yump. That reminds me. Make that boy of yours rearrange that counter case there.
"This man," said the chef, indicating Fane, "says you can tell moa lies to the square inch than any man out o' Boston." "Doos he?" asked the shoeman, turning with a pair of high-heeled bronze slippers in his hand from the wagon. "Well, now, if I stood as nea' to him as you do, I believe I sh'd hit him."
Gregory faltered a moment. Then he said, "I'd like to buy them. Quick!" He looked guiltily about, while the shoeman alertly obeyed, with some delay for a box to put them in. "How much are they?" "Well, that's a custom made slipper, and the price to the lady that oddid'em was seven dollas. But I'll let you have 'em for three if you want 'em for a present."
He didn't really mean to be curt, but his chief business in life was to get his shoes and hurry back to Mother, who was waiting for him, a mile from town, at a farm where the lordly Father had strung fence-wire and told high-colored stories for his breakfast. The fascinated shoeman hated to let him go. The shoeman knew few celebrities, and a five-mile motor ride was his wildest adventure.
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