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"I did do it," she declared excitedly. "That there boy dared me to. Ketch me takin' a dare offen a avenoo kid!" "What's your name, Sis?" asked the policeman. "Nance Molloy." "Where do you live?" "Up there at Snawdor's. That there was Mis' Snawdor a-yellin' at me." "Is she yer mother?" "Nope. She's me step." "And yer father?" "He's me step too.
The heat was stifling, and the air was full of stinging glass dust. All about them boys were running with red hot bottles on big asbestos shovels. She hated the place, and she hated Dan for not being glad to see her. "They are the carrying-in boys," Dan explained, continuing to address all of his remarks to Mrs. Snawdor. "That's where I began.
Snawdor, who despite her preference for the married state derived little joy from domestic duties, was quite content to sally forth as a wage-earner. By night she scrubbed office buildings and by day she slept and between times she sought diversion in the affairs of her neighbors.
"You put that down!" she cried, much as she would have commanded William J. to leave the butcher knife alone. "Do you want to kill yerself?" Mr. Snawdor started violently, then collapsing beside the bed, confessed that he did. "What fer?" asked Nance, terror giving way to sheer amazement. "I want to quit!" cried Mr. Snawdor, hysterically. "I can't stand it any longer.
It is doubtful whether any abstract moral appeal could have awakened her as did the going out of that little futile life. It stirred her deepest sympathies and affections, and connected her for the first time with the forces that make for moral and social progress. "He wouldn't a-went if we'd treated him right!" she complained bitterly to Mr. Snawdor a week later.
Snawdor's judgment, she would have been more comfortable if she had met with some opposition. "Mr. Demry thinks it's wrong," said Nance, taking upon herself the role of counsel for the prosecution. "He took on something fierce when he saw me last night." "He never knowed what he was doin'," Mrs. Snawdor said. "They tell me he can play in the orchestry, when he's full as a nut."
I swallow a curl every time I speak to her." "Well," said Mrs. Snawdor, "companions ain't in my line, but I got sense enough to know that when a woman's so mean she's got to pay somebody to keep her company, the job ain't no cinch." Nance's new duties, compared with those at the bottle factory, and the sweat-shop seemed, at first, mere child's play.
"As fer me, I ain't hesitatin' to say I like the second-handed ones best." "I suppose they are better broke in. But no other woman but me would 'a' looked at Mr. Smelts." "You can't tell," said Mrs. Snawdor. "Think of me takin' Snawdor after bein' used to Yager an' Molloy! Why, if you'll believe me, Mr.
Snawdor looked self-conscious and cast down her eyes. "Well, not as many times as Snawdor says he has. Snawdor's that jealous he don't want me to have no gentlemen visitors. When I see the truant officer or the clock-man comin', I just keep out of sight to avoid trouble." The judge's eyes twinkled, then grew stern. "In the meanwhile," he said, "Nancy is growing up in ignorance.
It was simply that life had become absorbingly full of other things. As the months passed Mrs. Snawdor spent less and less time at home. She seemed to think that when she gave her nights on her knees for her family, she was entitled to use the remaining waking hours for recreation. This took the form of untiring attention to other people's business.
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