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Updated: June 10, 2025
That evening Tufik asked permission to spend the night with a friend in the restaurant business a Damascan. Tish let him go against my advice. "He'll eat a lot of that Syrian food," I objected, "and get sick and miss his boat, and we'll have the whole thing over again!" But Tish was adamant.
Aggie had a brilliant idea about the census that he could make the census reports in the Syrian district. To this end she worked for some time, coaching Tufik for the examination, only to have him fail fail absolutely and without hope.
The mustached person said it was quite true. Tufik's father had died of the plague; the letter had come early that morning. Beirut was full of the plague. He waved the letter at me; but I ordered him to burn it immediately on account of germs. I brought him a shovel to burn it on; and when that was over Tufik had worked out his own salvation.
"America is my friend this so great God's country!" Aggie put down her ice-cream spoon and closed her mouth, which had been open. "Come in, Tufik," said Tish; "and I am sure Miss Pilkington would like you to sit down." Tufik still stood with his eyes fixed on Aggie, twisting his package.
I took one arm and Tufik the other, and we got her out and seated on one of the wooden steps. She was a blue-green color and the whites of her eyes were yellow. But I had little time for Aggie. Tufik caught my hand and pointed. Tish's machine was coming down the alley.
Deer Mother Tish: You see now that I am no good. I wish to die! I hav one papier sold, and newsboys kell me on sight. I hav but you and God and God has forget! We were discouraged and so, clearly, was Tufik. For ten days we did not hear from him, except that a flirty little Syrian boy called for the ten dollars on Saturday and brought a pair of Tufik's shoes for us to have resoled.
Tufik was not in the parlor; and Tish, tiptoeing back, reported that he was in the kitchen and was mixing up something in a bowl. "He's a dear boy!" she said. "He feels responsible for Hannah's leaving and he's getting luncheon! Hannah is a wicked and uncharitable woman!" "Man's inhumanity to man, Makes countless thousands mourn!" quoted Aggie softly.
Tufik's gift proved to be a small linen doily, with a Cluny-lace border! We were gone from that moment I know it now, looking back. Gone! We were lost the moment Tufik stood in the doorway, smiling and bowing. Tish saw us going; and with the calmness of the lost sat there nibbling cake and watching us through her spectacles and raised not a hand. Aggie looked at the doily and Tufik looked at her.
Look at these exquisite things! and he cannot sell them. Nobody buys. He says he never gets inside a house door. If you had seen his face when I bought a kimono from him!" At eleven o'clock, having found nothing in the "Help Wanted" column to fit Tufik's case, Tish called up Charlie Sands and offered Tufik as a reporter, provided he was given no nightwork.
Crowds of children followed us; dogs got under the wheels and apparently died, judging by the yelps only to follow us with undiminished energy after they had picked themselves up. We fought and won a battle with a barrel of ashes and came out victorious but dusty; and at last, as Tufik made a lordly gesture, we stopped at an angle of forty-five degrees and Tufik bowed us out of the car.
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