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Mr. Wrenn felt enormously conscious of Mrs. Zapp down below. He kept listening, as he led them up-stairs and lighted the gas. But Teddem so imitated Colonel Roosevelt, with two water-glasses for eye-glasses and a small hat-brush for mustache, that Mr. Wrenn was moved wrigglingly to exclaim: "Say, I'm going out and get some beer. Or 'd you rather have something else? Some cheese sandwiches?
Nelly: Father, I have something to tell you; something Breakfast at Mrs. Arty's was always an inspiration. In contrast to the lonely dingy meal at the Hustler Dairy Lunch of his Zapp days, he sat next to a trimly shirtwaisted Nelly, fresh and enthusiastic after nine hours' sleep. So much for ordinary days. But Sunday morning that was paradise!
I shouldn't! Forgive me!" Plaintively, like a child: "Istra was so bad, so bad. Now you must go." As she turned back to him her eyes had the peace of an old friend's. Because he had wished to be kind to people, because he had been pitiful toward Goaty Zapp, Mr.
Wrenn, had entirely lost the heart and hand of Miss Zapp of the F. F. V. He stood before the manager's god-like desk on June 14, 1910. Sadly: "Good-by, Mr. Guilfogle. Leaving to-day. I wish Gee! I wish I could tell you, you know about how much I appreciate "
"Mist' Wrenn," she began, in a high voice that promised to burst into passion. But she was addressing the formidable adventurer, Bill Wrenn. He had to protect his friends. He sprang up and walked across to her. He said, quietly, "I didn't hear you knock, Mrs. Zapp." "Ah didn't knock, and Ah want you should " "Then please do knock, unless you want me to give notice." He was quivering.
A tamed child drudge was Goaty, with adenoids, which Mrs. Zapp had been meanin' to have removed, and which she would continue to have benevolent meanin's about till it should be too late, and she should discover that Providence never would let Goaty go to school. "Yes, Mist' Wrenn, Ah told Goaty she was to see the man about getting that chair fixed, but she nev' does nothing Ah tell her."
"Why, I hadn't thought much about that yet." He felt guilty, and was profusely cordial to Lee Theresa Zapp, the factory forewoman, who had just thumped down-stairs. Miss Theresa was a large young lady with a bust, much black hair, and a handsome disdainful discontented face.
His voice was shrill. From the hall below Theresa called up, "Ma, come down here. Ma!" But Mrs. Zapp was too well started. "If you think Ah'm going to stand for a lazy sneaking little drunkard keeping the whole street awake, and here it is prett' nearly midnight " Just then Mr. William Wrenn saw and heard the most astounding thing of his life, and became an etemal slave to Tom Poppins.
Horatio Hood Teddem, spreading caviar on a sandwich, and loudly singing his masterpiece, "Waal I swan," stopped short and fixed amazed eyes on the door of the room. Mr. Wrenn hastily turned. The light fell as on a cliff of crumbly gray rock on Mrs. Zapp, in the open door, vast in her ungirdled gray wrapper, her arms folded, glowering speechlessly.
Zapp did not expect her gennulman lodgers to entertain. So Mr. Wrenn had given up asking even Charley Carpenter, the assistant bookkeeper at the Souvenir Company, to call. That left him the books, which he now caressed with small eager finger-tips. He picked out a P. & O. circular, and hastily left for fairyland. The April skies glowed with benevolence this Saturday morning.
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