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Sure enough, soon's I took it and started for the door the whole push quits eatin' cheese and bread out of their pockets and falls in right after me. "Fine!" says Mr. Robert, grabbin' my hat and chuckin' it after me. "Go on, Torchy! Keep going!" "Ah, say!" says I. "I ain't subbin' for Cliffy. This is his gang." But Mr. Robert only grins and motions me to be on my way.
"Piddie," says I, "I don't want to hurt your feelin's, but you act to me like a weak sister. If I was to do what the case calls for, this thing ought to go to the boss." "Please don't, Torchy! Please don't!" says he, scrabblin' down on his hands and knees. "Nix on that!" says I. "This is no carpet-layin' bee. I'm no squealer, anyway; besides, I had a little interview with Mrs.
I can't tell you either, how thankful I am that it was you who showed me my mistake instead of my dear old friend. You've been so good about it, too." "Me?" says I. "Why, I've had a big night. Honest." "Bless you!" says she, pattin' my hand. "And just one thing more, Torchy. When you tell Mr. Ellins that I've been here, and gone, couldn't you somehow forget to say just how I looked?
"That will do," she breaks in. "We have discussed all this before. And I've no doubt you think me simply a disagreeable, crotchety old person. Has it ever occurred to you, however, that you may have failed to get my point of view? Can you not conceive then that it might be somewhat humiliating to me to know that my maids suppress a smile as they announce Mr. Torchy?
"Then step lively," says I, "before they get glued up for good. Down this way. Here you are, in there among the palms! See, there's Uncle Jerry rubberin' around!" "Oh, yes!" squeals Millie, clappin' her hands. "Dear old Uncle Jerry! But but, Torchy, where is er his nephew?" "Eh?" says I. "Why, there on the bench, doin' the yawn act!" "Wha-a-a-at!" gasps Millie, steppin' in for a closer look.
And Auntie returns the grin. You might know it would be Rupert who'd break the spell. "I am wondering," says be, "just how we are going to get all this treasure on board the yacht without the crew knowing all about it." "Why wonder?" says Old Hickory. "Leave it to Torchy." "Ah, say!" I protests. "No alibis," insists Mr. Ellins, slappin' me encouragin' on the shoulder.
But I've promised not to stay more than half an hour if the movie magnate is in anything more startling than a placid after-dinner state, or if the place is cluttered up with too many screen favorites. And I think Bob wants Torchy to go along as bodyguard. So won't you both come? What do you say?" Trust Vee for takin' a dare. She'll try anything once.
I'd been scraped twice over, and was just bein' unwrapped from the hot towel, when I turns to see who it is has camped down in the next chair, and finds Mr. Robert gazin' at me curious. "Why!" says he, chucklin'. "If it isn't Torchy! Indulging in a shave, eh?" "Oh, no, Sir," says I. "Been havin' my eye teeth tested for color blindness, that's all." Mr.
"Perhaps you know best, after all, you silly children." I'll bet we made a fine group, too, the three of us, Auntie in the middle, givin' us the fond clinch. "But such impudence of you, to do it right here!" she goes on. "No one but you, Torchy, would have thought of that." "Had to," says I, "with everything else barred. I suspected it might bump you some, but " "Pardon me," breaks in Mr.
Then he looks out of the window for a minute before he asks how I'd like a two-weeks' vacation with pay. "Well," says I, "seein' as how Coney's froze up, and Palm Beach don't agree with my health, I'd just as soon put them two weeks in storage until July." "I see," says he; "but the fact is, Torchy, I've had a sudden call to go West." "Out to the Glory Be mine?" says I.
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