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It's full from mans by night. Ikey Borrachsohn's papa's got one mit music inside." "I don't likes it! I have a fraid over it!" wailed Yetta. "I don't know does my mamma likes I should come somewheres where cops mit buttons makes like that mit me. I don't know is it healthy fer me."
The patron went from group to group saluting his customers and eying those who were not. Whether any password or signal was given Arthur could not say. When the blond, good-natured Schwab reached him, Yetta whispered in his ear. The host beamed on the young American and gave him a friendly poke in the back; Arthur felt as if he had been knighted.
By Jove, there was nothing in the papers, now that I come to think of it. I went the next morning out to Tuxedo and forgot what do you mean by this mystery, Yetta?" "I mean this suppose, for the sake of further argument, I should tell you that there was no row, no police, no arrests!" He gasped. "O-h, what an ass I made of myself. So that was your trial! And I failed.
Her eyes were red. Koschinsky peeped at her and shook his head. "Yetta you know what I think! Yetta, the boy was right! You shouldn't have asked him for the Star-Spangled Banner! The Marseillaise would have been better." "I don't care," she viciously retorted. "I know, I know. But a nice boy so well fixed." "I don't care," she insisted. "I'm married to the revolution."
There were enough of the breed around him, he told the gossiping women, who, with their scheitels, curved noses, and shining eyes, lent to the quarter its Oriental quality. It was in Koschinsky's place that Arthur first encountered Yetta.
"Bernard Shaw the clever Celt who would sacrifice socialism for an epigram. "Curse all socialists!" she suddenly screamed. Arthur, entranced by the playful manner with which she disposed of friend and foe, was aghast at this outbreak. He saw another Yetta. Her face was ugly and revengeful. She sawed the air with her thin arms.
You'll tell me if it should open again?" Yetta had then disposed the pins to the best advantage and was free to voice her triumphant: "Oh, I knows now how I wants I should be monitors! Teacher, mine dear Teacher, could I be monitors off of the back of your dress?" "But surely, you may," laughed Teacher, and Yetta entered straightway into the heaven of fulfilled desire.
"On'y they opens," Yetta went on, all flushed by this high tribute to her correctness. "All times they opens, yours und mine, und that makes us shamed feelings." Again Miss Bailey acquiesced.
I don't know what is a club, on'y Patrick says it makes him biles on all his bones." "You gets biles on your bones from off of cops sooner you comes late on the school!" gasped Yetta. "Nobody ain't tell me nothings over that. I don't know, neither, what is clubs " "I know what they are," the more learned Sarah Schrodsky began. "It's a house mit man's faces in the windows.
"Oh, it's not so bad," Miss Bailey reassured her. "And you must expect something to happen if you will come late to school for no reason at all." And Yetta was too disturbed by the danger so narrowly escaped to tell this charming but most strangely ignorant young person that the washing of a face was a most time-consuming process.
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