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Jackson moved to the opposite side of the table. "The law's nothin' to me." Mrs. Tutts went around the table. "I haven't forgot I'm a lady!" Mrs. Jackson quickened her gait. "Everybody else has." Mrs. Tutts also accelerated her pace. "Don't you dast lay hands on me!" Mrs. Jackson broke into a trot. "Not if I can stomp on you," declared Mrs. Tutts as the back fulness of Mrs.
Tutts already had possessed herself of the scissors. "My hair may be red, Mis' Tutts," her shrill voice whistled through the space left by her missing teeth, as she stood with the geranium poised aloft, "but it's my own!" Mrs. Tutts staggered under the crash of pottery and the thud of packed dirt upon her head.
Abe Tutts with her blue flannel yachting cap set at an aggressive angle over one eye paddled across the street and was upon Mrs. Jackson before that person was aware of her presence. "Has that guttersnipe gone?" A quite superfluous question, as Mrs. Jackson was well aware. "Of who are you speakin'?" inquired Mrs. Jackson coldly. "Who would I be speakin' of but Gus Kunkel?" demanded Mrs.
"She looks kinda pale around the gills s'well as I can see from here," opined Mrs. Jackson, staring critically as they passed along. They tittered audibly. "I tell you what, Mrs. Tutts, Essie ought to get to work and marry some man what'll put her right up in society where Alva put me." A biting comment which it caused Mrs.
Terriberry made no offer to take the package which Mrs. Jackson extended. "Just a little taste of buffalo berry jelly for Essie," said Miss Starr, with her most radiant smile. "Her uncle might enjoy it." "I ain't forgot," said Mrs. Tutts, "how fond Ess is of brown bread, so I says to myself I'll just take some of my baked beans along, too. Tutts says I beat the world on baked beans. Where's Ess?
I'll show you one since I've no notion you ever saw one back there in that beer garden where you cracked your voice singin'!" Mrs. Tutts put on her yachting cap and pulling it down on her head until her hair was well covered, advanced menacingly. "You gotta eat them words, Mis' Jackson," she said with ominous calm. Mrs.
Abe Tutts, who was reputed to have histrionic ability, of her own accord recited in a voice which made the welkin ring: "Shoot if you will this old gray head, But spare my country's flag." Whereupon "Baby" Briggs, six foot two in his cowboy boots, produced a six-shooter and humorously pretended to be about to take her at her word. Mrs.
Besides, poised as she was like a winged Mercury on the threshold of Society, she could not afford any low scene with Mrs. Tutts. Conquering her resentment, Mrs. Jackson said conciliatingly "Yes, of course, now we 're married it's different we have to be perticular who we entertain. As Mis' Symes says 'Society must draw the line somewhere!" Mrs. Tutts searched her face in quick suspicion.
Tutts real suffering to suppress was upon the tip of that lady's tongue, but it was gradually being borne in upon her that the first families were not given to actual hand-to-hand conflicts, so she checked it and inquired significantly instead "But could he, after ridin' over the country t'hout no chaperon and all?" Mrs.
"Couldn't reach yours th'out cuttin' your feet off!" responded Mrs. Tutts, in whose eyes gleamed what sporting writers describe as "the joy of battle." The strength of the hunted hostess was waning visibly. "I've got heart trouble, Mis' Tutts," she gasped in desperation, "and I'm liable to drop dead any jump!" "No such luck." Mrs. Tutts made a pass at her across the table.
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