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Updated: June 10, 2025
"My friend has said," he observed he was quite calm and divinely trustful "My friend has said that this is for Miss Pilk a sad day. My friend is my mother; I have but her and God. Unless but perhaps I have two new friend also no?" "Of course we are your friends," said Aggie, feeling for the table-bell with her foot. "We are aren't we, Lizzie?" Tufik turned and looked at me wistfully.
And when a dozen or so young Syrians formed a circle, their hands on each other's shoulders, and sang a melancholy chant, stamping to beat time, she wept with sheer sentiment. "Ha! Hoo! Ta, Ta, Ta!" they chanted in unison; and Tufik bent over us, his soft eyes beaming. "They are shepherds and the sons of shepherds from Palestine," he whispered. "That is the shepherd's call to his sheep.
She stood inside the door and eyed us. "What about him?" she demanded. "If I choose to take a poor starving Christian youth and assist him by buying from him what I need what I need! that's my affair, isn't it? Tufik was starving and I took him in." "He took you in, all right!" Aggie sniffed.
When Tish and I had succeeded in making Tufik promise to live, and had given him one of his own silk kimonos to put on until his clothing could be dried Charlie Sands having disagreeably refused to lend his overcoat and when we had given the officer five dollars not to arrest the boy for attempting suicide, we met in the parlor to talk things over.
He looked very tidy and wore the shoes we had had repaired, a pink carnation in his buttonhole, and an air of suppressed excitement. "At last," he said joyously while Tish cranked the car "at last my friends see my three mothers! They think Tufik only talks now they see! And the priest will bless my mothers on this so happy day."
"She has put me out!" he said, looking up at me with tragic eyes. "My mother has put me out! She does not love Tufik! No one loves Tufik! I am no good. I am a dirty dago!" I was really shocked. I rang the bell and Tish let me in. She had had no maid since Hannah's departure and was taking her meals out. She saw Tufik and stiffened. "I thought I sent you away!" she said, glaring at him.
We half-expected Tufik to adopt Charlie Sands as a father; but he contented himself with a low Oriental salute, and shortly after he bowed himself away. Charlie Sands stood looking after him and smiling to himself. "Pretty smooth boy, that!" he said. "Smooth nothing!" Tish snapped, getting the bridge score.
And so we left him, standing in the street undecided, staring after us wistfully, uncertainly the suitcase, full of Cluny-lace centerpieces, crocheted lace, silk kimonos, and embroidered bedspreads, in his hand. That night we hid in a hotel and the next day we started for Europe. We heard nothing from Tufik; but on the anniversary of Mr.
Heroic measures were necessary: Tish was not her resolute self; and, indeed, through all the episode of Tufik, and the shocking denouement that followed, Tish was a spineless individual who swayed to and fro with every breeze. She divined my purpose and followed me to the bathroom door. "Leave some crumbs on the plate!" she whispered. "It will look more natural. Get rid of the toast too."
I took a good look at Tufik then. He was pale and shaky, and his new suit looked as if he had slept in it. His collar was bent and wilted, and the green necktie had been taken off and exchanged for a ragged black one. "Miss Liz!" he said huskily. "I die; the heart is gone! My parent "
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