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"Tell your troubles to him," he said, and went back into his private maelstrom. The patrolman heard the Thropp story and tried to keep the crowd away. He patted Mrs. Thropp's back and said they'd find the kid easy, not to distoib herself. He told the father which station-house to go to and advised him to have the "skipper" send out a "general."
"After all," said Adna one day, looking up from an article in a Sunday paper "after all, why ain't Thropp as likely a name as Wettin? Or Hohenzollern? And what was Romanoff but an ordinary family once?" The only thing that seemed to stand in Kedzie's way was the odious name of Dyckman. "What's Dyckman, anyway?" said Mrs. Thropp. "Nothin' but a common old Dutch name."
"Jimsy" Jim admitted, shamefacedly. "Jimsy is right nice," said Mrs. Thropp, and she Jimsied him thenceforward, to his acute distress. He found that he had married not Kedzie only but all the Thropps there were. The father and mother were the mere foreground of a vast backward and abyss of relations, beginning with a number of Kedzie's brothers and sisters and their wives and husbands.
And Kedzie herself, shabby and commonplace, was so ignorant that if she looked at either Jim or Charity Coe she gave them no heed, for she had never even heard of them or seen their pictures, so frequent in the papers. They were among the whom-not-to-know-argues-one-self-unknowns. But there were countless other facts that argued Kedzie Thropp unknown and unknowing.
"Right here, sir," said the boy, and indicated in the bathroom a special faucet marked "Drinking Water." This startled even Adna so much that it shook a dime out of him. The boy sighed and went away. Kedzie surprised his eye as he left. It plainly found no fault with her. Here in seclusion Mrs. Thropp dared to exclaim at the wonders of modern invention.
It was bidding "good-by" with faint hope of "au revoir." Ladies going abroad, even brides, thought little of their deck costumes so long as they included a well-tailored life-preserver. Mrs. Thropp stared at Kedzie and breathed hard in her creaking satin. And Adna looked out at her over the high collar that took a nip at his Adam's apple every time he swallowed it.
Her cheeks were blubbered, her nose red, her mouth swollen, her hair wet and stringy. She gulped and swallowed and beat her hands together and stamped her feet. Adna glared at her in hatred equal to her own for him. He said to his wife: "Ma, we got to go back to first principles with that girl. You got to give her a good beatin'." Mrs. Thropp had the will but not the power.
She greeted him with a breeziness she had hardly known since she was a girl. There was nothing about his appearance to indicate that he had just come across from New Jersey, where he had been made the husband of Mrs. Kedzie Thropp Gilfoyle. Seeing Charity so unusually bright, Jim said, "What's happened to you, Charity, that you look so gay and free?" "That's what I am." "What?" "Gay and free.
He swung through the crowd in a fury, jostling and begging pardon and staring over the heads of the pack to see if Cheever were at the barrier. He jolted Kedzie Thropp among others, apologized, and thought no more of her. Cheever had not come to meet his wife. Her telegram was waiting for him at his official home; he was at his other residence.
The surprised waiter explained with all suavity: "The price of the breakfast. If it is not added correctlee " Thropp added it with accurate, but tremulous, pencil. The total was correct, if the items were. He explained: "But I'm a regular er roomer here. I pay by the week." "Yes, sir if you will sign, it will be all right." "But that don't mean they're going to charge me for breakfast?
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