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Symes, wrapping her wet arms in her apron and leaning them on the fence; "if it wasn't that it's Tuesday and me behindhand as it is, I'd tell you all about it." "Do the things good to lay a bit in the rinse-water," said Mrs. James, also leaning on the fence, "sorter whitens them's what I always say. I don't mind if I lend you a hand with the wringing after.
"She's the waitress here." "Downstairs? In this hotel?" Augusta Kunkel nodded. "I don't blame him," Dr. Harpe replied bluntly, "I saw her at supper. She's a peach!" "She's the belle of Crowheart," admitted the girl reluctantly. "And who is he? What's his name?" The girl hesitated but as though yielding to a stronger will than her own, she whimpered: "Symes Andy P. Symes."
I may be able to put you straight here and there." Edna found the manager of the Loops a full-fleshed, heavy-jowled man, bushy of eyebrow and generally belligerent of aspect, with an absent-minded scowl on his face and a black cigar stuck in the midst thereof. Symes was his name, she had learned, Ernst Symes. "Whatcher turn?" he demanded, ere half her brief application had left her lips.
Symes," said J. Collins Prescott after he had been duly presented with a cabana by that gentleman, "and it is v-very attractive, I might say a-alluring." Symes beamed benignly. "You think so? I tell Mudge there's one fault I have to find with it it's too conservative." "A good fault," commended Mr. Prescott.
While Symes may have felt that the editor was going it rather strong when he compared him to the financial geniuses of the world beginning with Croesus and ending with the Guggenheims, he made no protest. Behind Mr. Symes, wide-eyed and solemn, and transformed nearly past recognition by a hobble skirt and "kimona" sleeves, stood Mrs.
Poor children! they are in great trouble, having already lost both their parents, and are now coming to me because their aunt, Miss Vivian, has just died. It might comfort them to be in that large room which is near Fanny's. It will hold three little beds and the necessary furniture without any crowding." "Yes, it would do splendidly," said Miss Symes. "I will speak to Miss Ludlow.
Mr Wilson's first thought was for the young people in the factory. He consulted with his brother, and they took additional counsel of first-rate medical men, and then added to the committee a Mr Symes, a gentleman holding a field that was waiting to be built on.
When he stopped, finally, in the middle of the room, the fire of enthusiasm was newly kindled in his eyes and an unconscious squaring of his shoulders announced that he was now prepared to "do something." Symes really had initial energy and the trait was most apparent when driven by necessity.
This board hung in the central hall, and generally contained notices of entertainments or class-work of a special order for the day's programme. Miss Symes wrote out this programme day by day. On the morning after Betty had been expelled from the Specialities, Fanny ran up to Miss Symes. "By the way," she said, "I am afraid you will have to do it, for it is the rule of the club."
While this scene was occurring in Doctor Harpe's office, Andy P. Symes in his office was toying impatiently with an unopened letter from Mudge as Mr. Percy Parrott, hat in hand, stood before him. "It's not that I'm worried at all, Mr.
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