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Updated: June 11, 2025
They had trees in their yard like ours, but ours was almost as big, though just planted. You could see where our flower beds was laid out, and the lines of little green trees all set in close together. On beyond the Wisners' you could see a whole row of other houses, all big and fine like theirs and ours. All the whole country was covered with snow that morning.
Right then I seen a car come in right fast and pull up at the sidewalk about halfway between our house and the Wisners'. Someone got out of the car and come running up our walk. I could see it was a woman. Not wishing no one to be bothered then, I went down to meet her. It was Bonnie Bell! She'd come home then. I run down the walk to meet her and pushed her away.
"Except the Wisners?" laughed Katherine. "But don't you worry. There's plenty of differences in the Row. They have their fallings out. You see, they all want to be leaders." "I know," says Bonnie Bell. "In any pack train there always had to be one old gray critter, with the bell." "That's it!" says Katherine.
"Well, have a drink, and go out and begin over again." About now come the rest of the bands, six or eight or so, and back of them was the merry villagers. They filled up the whole street in front of our steps and in front of the Wisners, and up and down the row; and some of 'em stepped on Bonnie Bell's new tulip beds in the yard south of us.
The Kimberlys was in wholesale leather, while the Wisners was in wholesale beef and pork, and them things. Most everybody in the Row, it seemed to me, had something to do with a cow, one shape or another, except us which, dealing with cows on the hoof, might of been said to be at the bottom of the whole game. But that ain't respectable, like I told you.
The papers made fun of the Wisners for building that fence sort of treating the whole thing like a joke. About now the campaign for alderman got busier. Old Man Wright printed a full page in all the papers, with a picture of hisself, and saying that J. W. Wright was running for alderman in that ward.
You know, he is one of the richest men here in Chicago packing and banking, and all that sort of thing. They are among our best people. They live up in Millionaire Row." "Yes, I know," says Bonnie Bell. From where I set I could see them Wisners over at the other table. The old man was big, with gray whiskers and gray hair, rather coarse.
And then, down at the far end of it, he just puts up a high wall like the Wisners', but 'way off from it. Then we dug down along the Wisner wall. Folks used to go along and wonder what it was done for and who done it. And later on some folks farther up the drive allowed it was some kind of a new Italian garden and some of them begun to put up them walls too. It got right fashionable.
That ain't respectable. When you cut up cows and hogs into sides, hams and sausage, then's when you get respectable. Ain't you got plenty proof of that? Look at them Wisners, for instance." He snorts at that and ain't happy. "Well, it's the truth," says I. "Look at us! We ain't nobody here. Old Man Wisner's the king bee of this here row of houses. We ain't one-two-ten in this race." "Huh!
Then Bonnie Bell she give him a new gold watch with bells in it, and me a couple of pins for my necktie. I never could get 'em in right. After a while we come down to breakfast. We was in a big room that faced toward the Wisners' and likewise toward the lake. I reckon you could see forty miles up and down from where we set eating.
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