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"You women cer'nly are a sketch!" he caroled. "Going back to mamma, are you? Sure! That's what the first Mrs. Schwirtz was always doing. Let's see. Once she got as far as the depot before she came back and admitted that she was a chump. I doubt if you get that far. You'll stop on the step. You're too tightwad to hire a taxi, even to try to scare me and make it unpleasant for me."
"I used to be swimming instructor in a gymnasium," proceeded Burton, "and as soon as we reached Avalon I made a deal with Mynie Boltwood, who owns a boat, and we took to snorkin' the tourists. Gerald was still the tightwad, and I couldn't live on prospects, no matter how rosy they might be. Sunday afternoon, while I was out diving, Gerald and Bob called on Lopez.
I was workin' for a Finnski back here a ways, and he did me dirt holdin' out my wages on me till the end of the month." "Why, uh " It was Claire, not the man, who was embarrassed. He was snickering, "Come on, don't be a tightwad. Swell car poor man with no eats, not even a two-bits flop for tonight. Could yuh loosen up and slip me just a couple bones?" Mr. Boltwood intervened.
If he is prosperous, everybody wants to do him a favor; if he needs credit, they hand him a lemon. If he is in politics, it is for graft; if out of politics, he is no good to his country. If he doesn't give to charity, he's a tightwad; if he does, it's for show. If he is actively religious, he is a hypocrite; and if he takes no interest in religion, he is a heathen.
He knows what for. Is Hank Lolly still talking his way into three square meals a day and drinks, and is all the news still ground over at Uncle Tony's gossip factory and is Mert Hagley as big a tightwad as ever and is it true that Billy Evans married a red-headed girl from Bloomingdale and started a livery barn, and has Green Valley got a minister yet that's suitable to you and Uncle Roger Allan?
"The public is a tightwad," was what she muttered presently, "unless you're willing to compromise or prove it to them." "I I don't know what you mean," Joan replied. She was groping after the thing that had made Sylvia's eyes grow old. "Well, all you need to know, Joan, my lamb, is to prove it to them never compromise!" Sylvia was herself again.
She would no more have wasted his money than she would have knifed him in the dark. She ran the household capably, but her way was the old-fashioned way. Sometimes Hugo used to protest, aghast at some petty act of parsimony. "But, Ma, what do you want to scrimp like that for! You're the worst tightwad I ever saw. Here, take this ten and blow it.
"You'd do it. But I ain't goin' to try any fool thing like that. I'm jus' goin' Like I said to you, let's talk. What's Packard payin' you for this night's work?" "He's no tightwad, if that's what you're drivin' at. I'd of done to-night's job an' glad of the chance an' you know it, Blenham, an' never asked pay for it.
Here in the city there'd be lovely sermons, and church twice on Sunday, EVERY Sunday! And a movie show! A regular theater, just for movies. With the sign "Change of bill every evening." Pictures every evening! There were movies in Scandia Crossing, but only once every two weeks, and it took the Sorensons an hour to drive in papa was such a tightwad he wouldn't get a Ford.
"Ain't you the old tightwad!" he said. Max's reply to this observation was quite unprecedented in all Sidney's experience. It took the form of an open-handed blow on the cheek, the first ever administered by his indulgent parent since Sidney's infancy. Forthwith began a family row that brought the entire household guests, servants and proprietress on the run to the Koblin apartments. When Mrs.
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