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Updated: May 21, 2025
"It would do my rheumatism good. And, then, I'd like to see old Jim again. But Gosh! It would take more 'n a hundred dollars to get us all out there, and I ain't had that much at once since I don't know when." "Still," says I, "the thing might be financed. I'll see what can be done." Meaning that I'd put it up to Mr. Robert and Vee. "Why, surely!" says Vee.
Anyway, that's what I tried to register. It went with Vee, all right. One of the last things she does is to get suspicious of my moves. And that's a great help.
We was on Nunca Secos Key, with the Gulf of Mexico murmurin' gentle behind us, and out in front a big red sun was blazin' through the black pines that edge the west coast of Florida. Five of us, includin' Vee and Captain Rupert Killam and me; and each in our own peculiar way was registerin' the Pollyanna-Mrs. Wiggs stuff. Why not?
"I just knew, the moment I saw her, that she wasn't at all as that horrid old man tried to make us believe." "No," says I, "Mame's vamping was just practice stuff. A lot of it is like that, I expect." "But wasn't it odd," goes on Vee, "about her meeting the very man she'd liked from the first?" "Well, not so very," says I. "With that show window act she had the net spread kind of wide.
Seems that Doris didn't really belong, for all her airs. Her folks had only lived up in the West 70's for four or five years, and before that "Well, you know," says Vee, archin' her eyebrows expressive, "on the East Side somewhere."
An army officer's villa! That would be ideal, up there in the mountains. And Jamaica always routs my rheumatism. For three months? When can we get a good steamer? The tenth. That would give us time. Well, I think we shall join you. Let me sleep on it. I'll call you about noon to-morrow? Good-by." Meanwhile Vee and I are gazin' blank at each other.
Hemmingway is to be a guest at a going-away dinner, and may not be home until late." "Eh?" says I. "Why, that's fine I mean, for Auntie. Ripping, eh, what? Much obliged." The foxy old girl. She'd never mentioned it. And if I hadn't found out just as I But I did. It simplifies things a lot. That is, it would unless Here I grabs the 'phone again and calls up Vee.
Say, if she'd come poutin' around, or said right out that she didn't see why I couldn't make myself useful now and then, I'd have announced flat that gardenin' was way out of my line. But when she snickers well, you know how it is. "Yessum! Me," says I. "It ain't any art, is it, just stirrin' up the ground with a spade? And how do you know, Vee, but what I'm the grandest little digger ever was?
And, at that, I wa'n't sufferin' exactly; for when them actorines got too weird, all I had to do was swing a bit in my seat and I had a side view of a spiffy little white fur boa, with a pink ear-tip showin' under a ripple of corn-colored hair, and a well, I had something worth watching that's all. "Wasn't that last thing stupid?" says Vee.
"Verona," she goes on, ignorin' me, "you are certain it is quite all right, are you?" "Oh, yes," says Vee. "It's one we had put in only last week. Runs by electricity, or some thing. Anyway, the plumber explained to Torchy just how it works. He knows all about it, don't you, Torchy?" "Uh-huh," says I, careless. I did, too.
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