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You see, she happens to be in the living room when me and 'Ikky-boy has our reg'lar afternoon reunion. Might be we went at it a little stronger and rougher than usual, on account of the youngster's havin' been held quiet in her lap for a half hour or so. "Hi, hi, ol' Torchy, Torchy!" he shouts, grippin' both hands into my hair gleeful. "Burny burn!" says I makin' a hissin' noise. "Yah, yah!
"Now, Aunty! Please!" breaks in Verona, shruggin' her shoulders expressive. "Verona, kindly be silent," goes on Aunty. "This young person known as Torchy has " When in drifts Selma and sticks out the silver card plate like she was presentin' arms. "What is it?" asks Aunty. "Oh!" Then she inspects the names.
"I I didn't have them at all, Miss," admits Helma. Vee presses her lips together sudden and then shoots a knowin' look at me. "There!" says she. "That reminds me. I haven't had tea, either. Well, Torchy?" "My blow," says I. "I was just goin' to mention it. There's a joint somewhere near, ain't there?" "Top floor," says Vee. "Come, Helma, you'll go with us, won't you?"
"Sorry, son, but as I understand it she has called to see me. Torchy, show the lady in." I hated to do it, but there was no duckin'. Such a nice, modest little old girl, too. She has the same innocent blue eyes as Vincent, traces of the same pink flush in her cheeks, and her hair is frosted up genteel and artistic. She don't make any false motions, either.
"And by the way, Torchy," he winds up, "about Bonnie." "Oh, yes," says I. "The lady fascinator." "If she should show up while I am away," says Old Hickory, "don't don't bother to tell her I'm a sick old man. Just say I I've been called out of town, or something." "I get you," says I. "Business trip." "She'll be disappointed, I suppose," goes on Mr. Ellins. "No one to take her around town.
"Of course, in my position I could ask for no confidences of a personal nature; but if someone else could have a talk with him. Well, you, for example, Torchy." "What a cute little idea!" says I. "What would be the openin' lines for that scene?
Skip, Torchy, while the skipping is easy." "Mr. Pepper," says I, "do I look like a quitter? I ain't forgot what you did about givin' me them Glory Be stocks, either, and I'm goin' to hang around here until this little private cyclone of yours blows over." Mr. Pepper he looks at me a minute in that calm way of his, and then he shrugs his shoulders. "All right," says he.
"Sure," says I. "You didn't think I was makin' that crack at the armchair, did you? Maybe we ain't been introduced; but we're on the same payroll." "Oh, yes," says he, "I remember now. You're the the " "Go on, say it," says I. "I don't mind if it is red, and I lets anybody call me Torchy that wants to, even Willies." "Well, now, that's nice of you," says he, sidetrackin' a bite to look me over.
I was most as tickled over it as Mallory was, too. "Didn't I tell you?" says I. "You're a comer, you are! Why, I expect in ten or a dozen years more you'll be sharin' in the semi-annuals and ridin' down to the office in a taxi." "Perhaps I may, Torchy in ten or a dozen years," says he, kind of slow and sober. I could guess what he was thinking of then.
"It's rough on Torchy, though." "Say, don't you waste any sympathy on me," says I, "and don't let off any more knocks at Mr. Pepper. I won't stand for it!" With that they snickers and does a slow exit. That leaves me runnin' the gold minin' business single handed; but me bein' one of the firm, as you might say, it was all right.
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