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"They'll be ample, and thank you, dear Mrs. Trapes!" "Old Un," said Joe, halting his aged companion in the middle of the second flight to wag a portentous finger, "Old Un, mind this now if there should 'appen to be cake for tea, don't go makin' a ancient beast of yourself with it no slippin' lumps of it into your pocket on the sly, mind, because if I ketch ye at it "
Now at this her lodger started and glanced at her so suddenly, and with eyes so unexpectedly keen that once again she suspended mastication. "Now, in the name of all that's wonderful, Mrs. Trapes, why mention her?" "Why, because she's worth knowin'! Because she's the best, the bravest, the sweetest thing that ever went in petticoats.
"Well, since you ask, I should say it is like her soul very sweet and white and " "Sure!" nodded Mrs. Trapes, "but, bein' only flesh an' blood after all bein' only miserable clay like yours an' mine, Mr. Geoffrey, it'll always need food t' nourish it, clo'es t' keep it warm, an' a roof t' shelter it. Well, if she was t' be s' mad as t' marry a peanut man, what about food an' clo'es an' a roof?"
Trapes, promptly answers, 'what'?" "Well, Mr. Geoffrey, I can tell ye there's been more 'n one poor feller killed around here to my knowing yes, sir!" "But the police?" "Perlice!" snorted Mrs. Trapes. "M'Ginnis an' his father have a big pull with Tammany, an' Tammany is the perlice. Anyways, Mr.
'Man is born to labour, as the sparks fly upward, you know." "Born to sorrer, you mean!" she corrected. "Precisely," he nodded, "work is sorrow, and sorrow is work at least, I know a good many people who think so." "More fools them!" quoth Mrs. Trapes, folding her arms. "My own idea exactly!" he answered, lazily tapping out his pipe on the window sill.
"T' be born the only son of a rich father is a pretty bad disease, I reckon!" she continued, "yes, siree, it's bad for the child an' worse for the man; it's bound to be his ruination in the end like drink! And talkin' o' drink, I'm glad to see that b'y Arthur's so fond o' you." "Oh, why?" "Because you don't drink." "Well, I don't go to bed in my boots, do I, Mrs. Trapes?
Trapes I'm leaving, I'll get ready." Obediently the Old Un rose. "Mrs. Trapes is a-gettin' into her bonnet to come along wi' us!" said he, and putting on his hat with a flourish, took his departure. When he was gone, Hermione turned and looked down at Spike, who, meeting her eyes, flinched as from a blow and made no effort to rise from his knees.
Y' see, he'd have got old Geoff sure if it hadn't been for me, so you you will forgive me, won't you?" For answer Hermione bent and kissed his pallid cheek. "I'll go and 'phone for the doctor," said Ravenslee. "Which," said Mrs. Trapes, "I done ten minutes ago, Mr. Geoffrey. Doctor'll be right along." Ravenslee turned to Spike. "How are you now, old fellow?" "Only a bit sick, like.
Trapes, seizing on the coffee-pot much as if it had been that gentleman's throat, "I'd I'd like to bat him one as would quiet him for keeps I would so!" and she jerked the coffee-pot fiercely, much to the detriment of her snowy tablecloth. "There! now see what I done, but I do get all worked up over that loafer!" "Pray why?" "Why?" snorted Mrs. Trapes indignantly.
"It's all very, very wonderful, Ann, dear! But then everything is so wonderful just lately!" "Meanin' what, Hermy?" Hermione was darning one of Spike's much-mended socks, while Mrs. Trapes sat drinking tea. "Meanin' jest what is wonderful, my dear, and since when?" she persisted. "Oh everything, Ann!" "Yes, you said everything before. S'pose you tell me jest the one thing as you find so wonderful?
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