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But when she knew who they were and Maria identified them immediately the good lady lumbered to the side door of the store herself, and opened it wide to welcome Ruth and Agnes, with their boy friend. "Coom in! Coom in by mine fire," she cried. "Ach! der poor kinder oudt in dis vedder yedt. Idt iss your deaths mit cold you vould catch no?"
"She hadn't ought to told me those quarters she put in that box was mine, when they was to pay the gas man." Mrs. Kranz eyed the complainant shrewdly. "Why vor shouldt you pe paid vor he'pin' your mamma yedt?" she asked. "You vouldn't haf gone from school home yedt undt helped her, if it hadn't been for vat she toldt you about de money. You vorked for de money every time aind't idt?"
"Say nodt so say nodt so," she rumbled. "Dis iss pad yedt for de poor folk. Yah! idt vill make de coal go oop in brice." "Yes," said Maria, softly. "My papa says he will have to charge twelve cents a pail for coal to-morrow, instead of ten. He has to pay more." "I never thought of that side of it," confessed Agnes, slowly. "I suppose a snow storm like this will make it hard for poor people."
Agnes tapped again, and then the shade moved slightly. "Go avay! Dere iss noddings for you here yedt!" exclaimed Mrs. Kranz, threateningly. "Go avay, or I vill de berlice call." They saw her silhouette on the blind. But there was another shadow, too, and when this passed directly between the lamp and the window, the girls saw that it was Maria Maroni. Maria often helped Mrs.
"Iss dot de vay to talk yedt about your mamma?" "She ain't my mamma," declared Sadie, sullenly. "Sthop dot, Sadie!" said Mrs. Kranz. "You cand't remember how sweedt your papa's wife was to you when you was little. Who do you s'pose nursed you t'rough de scarlet fever dot time? Idt wass her." "Huh!" grunted Sadie, but she took a thoughtful bite of cake. "Undt de measles, yedt," went on Mrs. Kranz.
For me the winter underwear yet and the buckwheat cakes." "You haf no boetry," said Lutz. "True, it is yedt cold, und in der city we haf not many of der signs; but dere are dree kinds of beoble dot should always feel der approach of spring first dey are boets, lovers and poor vidows." Mr. McQuirk went on his way, still possessed by the strange perturbation that he did not understand.
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