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Updated: May 25, 2025
"I tells you 'scuse." "Very well, I'll forgive you to-day. I suppose I must tolerate you." "No-o-oh ma'an, Teacher, Missis Bailey, don't you do it," screamed Yetta in sudden terror. "I'd have a awful frightened over it. I swear, I kiss up to God, I wouldn't never no more come late on the school. I don't needs nobody should make nothings like that mit me."
"I am not joking," he earnestly asserted, "so pardon my rashness. Only believe in my sincerity. I am no anarch on paper. I am devoted to your cause and to you, Yetta, to my last heart's blood. Do you need my wealth? It is yours. You can work miracles with millions in America. Take it all." "It's not money we need, but men," she answered darkly.
And the lumps of gold in her mouth glinted good-naturedly "Very well. Auntie Yetta." "That's better. Wait! Wait'll I come back." She vanished. Presently she returned and, grabbing me by an arm, stood me up and convoyed me half-way around the hotel to a secluded spot on the rear porch where four girls were chatting quietly "Perhaps you'll find your predestined one among these," she said
For Yetta was lost. The neighbours were comforting but not resourceful. They all knew Yetta; knew her to be sensible and mature for her years even according to the exacting standard of the East Side. She would presently return, they assured the distraught Mrs. Aaronsohn, and pending that happy event they entertained her with details of the wanderings and home comings of their own offspring.
He said this to Yetta, but her attention was elsewhere. The doors and windows were quickly shut and bolted. She nudged his elbow for they were sitting six at the table, much to his disgust; the other four drank noisily and he followed her to the top of the room. A babble broke out as they moved along. "It's Yetta's new catch. Yetta's rich fellow. Wait until she gets through with him poor devil."
"Und I ain't got no scare over cops neither; I never in mine world seen how they makes all things what is polite mit me und gives me I should eat." "Well," cautioned Teacher "you must never do it again," and turned her attention to the very erratic spelling of Sergeant Moloney's official record of the flight of Yetta Aaronsohn.
She blazed at the name. "No jokes, please. Most, too, has suffered. But I am no worshipper of bombs and beer." This made him laugh, but as the laugh was not echoed he stared about him. "But Yetta, we must begin somewhere. I wish to become to become something like you. She interrupted him roughly: "To become you an anarch!
Eva Gonorowsky shone triumphant. "Ain't I tell you?" she whispered jubilantly as she made room upon her little bench and drew Yetta down beside her. "Ain't I tell you how she's crazy fer what is clean? Und I ain't never seen nothings what is clean like you be. You smells off of soap even." It was not surprising, for Yetta had omitted the rinsing which some laundresses advise.
But it must be something, dear, that no one is doing for me." But Yetta could think of nothing until one afternoon when she was sitting at Teacher's desk during a Swedish drill. All about her were Teacher's things. Her large green blotter, her "from gold" inkstand and pens, her books where Fairies lived.
Yet as soon as they step on this soil they feel themselves self-constituted tyrants. Something of the sort happened with your own ancestors " she looked at him archly "the Pilgrim Fathers were not very tolerant to the Quakers, the Jews, Catholics, or any sect not their own. Now you do not seem to have inherited that ear-slicing temperament " "Oh, stop, Yetta! Don't make any more fun of me.
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