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She says she has a big sister Solly, and she hasn't got any big sister Solly. She never did have, and she never will have. She makes believe." "Makes believe?" said little Lucy, in a hopeful voice. "Making believe is just a real mean way of lying.
It was to him, too, that Joe Brown, who could eat eight pounds of raw meat in seven and a quarter minutes, owed his first chance of displaying his gifts to the wider public of the vaudeville stage. The idea of securing the services of the invading generals came to him in a flash. "S'elp me!" he cried. "I believe they'd go big; put 'em on where you like." Solly was a man of action.
But mere candy began to cloy Solly Gumble had opened the second box of chocolate mice and the host even abandoned his reënforced lemon, which was promptly communized by the group. He tried to think of something to eat that wouldn't be candy, whereupon mounted in his mind the pyramid of watermelons a block down the street before the Bon Ton Grocery.
It was Solly who had met Blinky Bill Mullins, the prominent sand-bagger, as he emerged from his twenty years' retirement at Dartmoor, and booked him solid for a thirty-six months' lecturing tour on the McGinnis circuit.
"And so," went on the little, plaintive voice, "I got to thinking how nice it would be if I only had a big sister, and I used to cry and say to myself I couldn't speak plain, you know, I was so little-'Big sister would be real solly. And then first thing I knew she came." "Who came?" "Big sister Solly." "What rot! She didn't come. Content Adams, you know she didn't come."
This emphasizes the fact that the old theory of leaving wounds of this nature open was erroneous. Solly reports the case of a tailor of twenty-two who attempted suicide by cutting through the larynx, entirely severing the epiglottis and three-fourths of the pharynx. No bleeding point was found, and recovery ensued.
That's the way Solly explained it after his show went on the rocks at Lincoln. And anyhow," he added to Logan, "why don't you peddle the thing to someone else and let them take the grief and do the slaughtering?" "There's no slaughtering, as you call it, involved," said Logan with much dignity. "It's a lawful proceeding.
If you're going to make any trouble, Solly will have to show you the way down the steps." The woman had opened the door, and a colored servant, half dressed, with a broom in her hand, came slouching down the passage. Beatrice turned and fled out of the greasy, noisome atmosphere, down the wooden, uneven steps, out into the ugly street.
"No use going over that any longer. Have it she came, but she ain't here now, anyway. Content Adams, you can't look me in the face and tell me that." Content looked at Jim, and her little face was almost terrible, so full of bewilderment and fear it was. "Jim," whispered Content, "I can't have big sister Solly not be here. I can't send her away. What would she think?" Jim stared. "Think?
'There isn't anybody here now, but my big sister Solly was here, and she is gone. You heard me talking to my big sister Solly. I felt faint, Edward, and you know it takes a good deal to overcome me. I just sat down in Content's wicker rocking-chair. I looked at her and she looked at me. Her eyes were just as clear and blue, and her forehead looked like truth itself.
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