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Updated: June 17, 2025
The street cars should be running by to-morrow, as usual." Towsley regarded the gentleman wistfully for a moment; then cried out, impatiently: "I'll bet the fellows got a beat on me!" "Eh? What?" "Have the 'lines' been tied up? I thought they was goin' to be, last night." "Eh! What? What do you know about 'lines, and 'beats, and such matters?"
"The land's sake!" ejaculated the waitress, as she obeyed, though more astonished than ever. "Young gentleman, says she!" Towsley began to understand that he was to have supper. He would not have troubled about such a small matter, of his own accord, remembering the cream and cake; but since it was mentioned he did feel a sort of emptiness inside, and his hazel eyes grew eager again.
He determined to caution Towsley to keep her from doing so, if possible; so he walked to the nearest drug store, rang up the electrician, returned to the house, and proceeded to do a little investigating on his own account. Just then Molly arrived, for in her loneliness at the desertion of her "girls" Miss Lucy had sent Jefferson to ask her presence.
She seemed to him, at first, some fellow newsboy, strangely transformed. Then his ideas righted themselves, and he inquired, respectfully: "Were you calling me, Miss Armacost?" "No, you darling. I was just looking at you." Abashed, Towsley dug his head into the pillow and drew the covers over his face. "I've brought you a nice suit of clothes to put on in the morning.
"That will come right enough when you set your empty stomach to work. Afterward you will tell me your name and where you live, and I'll send for your people. But the soup first." Towsley sat up against the nurse's arm and obediently drank all the broth she offered him, even to the last drop. Then he lay back with a sigh of deep content and fell into a sound, refreshing sleep.
His mouth opened like a trap, a spoonful went into it, the mouth closed, reopened, another spoonful no pause, no effort of swallowing, no lingering enjoyment of a delicious dish. She remarked: "You like ice-cream, Towsley, I perceive." "Um'm." "Can't you take time to answer properly?" "Ye-e-m, but it's melt ing," jerked out the boy between dips.
Mary, just step to this girl's house and tell her mother where she is; also that I request the favor of her company for a short time. Assure Mrs. What did you say your name was?" "Johns, ma'am. Father's John Johns, mother's Mary. I'm Molly, then come the three J's, and Sarah Jane Never mind, though. You'd not be apt to remember or care. Shall I sit by Towsley?
The lady grew somewhat disturbed, for, from his previous exhibition of it, she had supposed there could be no limit to the child's appetite. "Is there anything wrong with it, Towsley? Doesn't it taste as nicely as the rest?" "Well, ma'am Miss Armacost, not quite. I think it's getting getting a little little bitter." The hostess checked another smile and proffered the beef which she had carved.
John Johns knows a heap. Come on. Just mind your manners, sharp." Thus beguiled, Towsley shuffled on his worn shoes after his more confident guide into a distant, sunny back parlor. There Miss Armacost had laid aside her hat and wrap and sat resting in an easy-chair. In its depths she looked even smaller and frailer than she had done out of doors, but also very much more determined and at home.
Give it right, now, mind." "Why shouldn't I? I ain't ashamed of it, if it isn't pretty. I'm Towsley. Towsley Towhead, some the Alley folks call me. I'm one the boys on the 'Xpress. That's who I am, and I can sell more'n any other fellow of my size on the whole force." "I believe it. You look as sharp as a razor. But let's keep to facts.
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