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Hochenheimer stood there in the curtailed dignity of his five feet five, that behind his speckled and slightly rotund waistcoat a choir sang of love, and that the white flame of his spirit burned high? "I tell you, Mrs. Shongut, it is a pleasure to be invited out to your house. You should know how this old bachelor hates hotels." "And you should know how welcome you always are, Mr. Hochenheimer.
"The rainy days come to them that save up for them, like us old-fashioned ones, Mrs. Schimm." "I Look, will you? Ain't that Izzy Shongut crossing the street? He comes home from work this early! I tell you, Mrs. Lissman, I don't want to say nothing; but I hear things ain't so good with the Shonguts." "So!" "Yes; I hear, since the old man bought out that sausage concern, they got their troubles."
Mrs. Shongut craned her neck round the centerpiece of pink carnations. "Not a thing on your plate! Renie, pass Mr. Hochenheimer some more salad." "No, no, Mrs. Shongut; just don't you worry about me." "I hope you ain't bashful, Mr. Hochenheimer. We feel toward you just like home folks." "Indeed, what I don't see I ask for, Mrs. Shongut." "Renie, pass Mr.
Isadora Shongut paused in the act of mounting the front steps and turned a blood-driven face toward his neighbor. His under jaw sagged and trembled, and his well-knit body seemed to have lost its power to stand erect, so that his clothes bagged. "Good evening, Mrs. Lissman." "You're home early to-night, Izzy?" "Y-yes."
Only I tell him he shouldn't let fine company make him wild." "Ach, boys will be boys, Mrs. Shongut. Even now it ain't so easy for me to get make my Roscoe to come in off his roller-skates at night. My Jeannie I can make mind; but I tell her when she is old enough to have beaus, then our troubles begin with her." Mrs. Shongut's voice dropped into her throat in the guise of a whisper.
Such a home! You can see for yourself, Mrs. Lissman, how his wife and daughters drive up sometimes in their automobile." "I'm surprised they don't come more often, Mrs. Shongut; your Renie and them girls, I guess, are grand friends." "Ya; and to be in that banking-house is a grand start for my boy. I always say it can lead to almost anything.
Hochenheimer, but with a grand house like I hear you built for your mother up on the stylish hilltop in Cincinnati, I guess to you it seems right plain." "That's where you're wrong, Mrs. Shongut.
Miss Shongut inclined her head with a saucy, birdlike motion, and showed him the full gleaming line of her teeth. He took a large mouthful of ice-water to wash down the red of confusion that suddenly swam high in his face, tingeing even his ears. "For more dumplings I ain't bashful, Miss Renie; but there there's other things I am bashful to ask for." From his place at the far end of the table Mr.
Shongut, such a pretty girl and such a fine-looking boy you can be proud of." "Ach, Mrs. Lissman, you think so?" "There ain't one on the street any prettier than Miss Renie. 'I tell you, if my Roscoe was ten years older she could have him, I says to my husband." Mrs. Shongut leaned forward on her broom-handle. "If I say so myself, Mrs.
I save all my excitement for the good things in life." "See, Adolph; from a young man like Mr. Hochenheimer you can get pointers." "I tell you, Shongut, over such a nice little home and such a nice little family as you got I might get excited; but over the little things that don't count for much I 'ain't got time." Mrs. Shongut waved a deprecatory hand. "It's a nice enough little home for us, Mr.
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