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"Look how solemn he is, like he was thinking of something a million miles away except how lucky he is he should have a pink birthday-cake. Uh uh uh! Don't you begin to holler again. Here, I'm putting the feedle next to you. Uh uh uh!" To a meal plentifully ladled out directly from stove to table, the Kantor family drew up, dipping first into the rich black soup of the occasion. All except Mrs.
"Papa will go back for the feedle not three dollars she's saved for herself he can holler out of her for a feedle!" "Abrahm, he's screaming so he he'll have a fit." "He should have two fits." "Darlink " "I tell you the way you spoil your children it will some day come back on us." "It's his birthday night, Abrahm five years since his little head first lay on the pillow next to me."
I could potch him again this minute for how he wanted it! Du you little bum you Chammer Momser I'll feedle you!" Across Mrs. Kantor's face as she knelt there in the shapeless cotton-stuff uniform of poverty, through the very tenement of her body, a light had flashed up into her eyes.
"Now, you little Chammer, you got a feedle, and if you ever let me hear you holler again for a feedle, by golly if I don't " From his corner, Leon Kantor reached out, taking the instrument and fitting it beneath his chin, the bow immediately feeling, surely and lightly for string. "Look, Abrahm! He knows how to hold it! What did I tell you?
"Jerry Muskrat," said he, so sharply that Jerry nearly lost his balance in his surprise, "has your big cousin come down from the North?" Fiddle, faddle, feedle, fuddle! Was there ever such a muddle? Fuddle, feedle, faddle, fiddle! Who is there will solve the riddle? Here was the Laughing Brook laughing no longer. Here was the Smiling Pool smiling no longer.
'Dollar fifteen, I says anything so he should shut up with his hollering for what he seen in the window." "He seen something in the window he wanted, Abrahm?" "Didn't I tell you? A feedle! A four-dollar feedle! A moosicer, so we should have another feedler in the family for some thirty-cents lessons." "Abrahm you mean he our Leon wanted a violin?" "'Wanted, she says.
Her hands and her forearms instantly out from the business of kneading something meaty and floury, Mrs. Kantor rushed forward, her glance quick from one to the other of them. "Abrahm, what's wrong?" "I'll feedle him! I'll feedle him!" The little pulling wrist still in clutch, Mr.
"You know dat little Billee of 'Ose Ransom," the fiddler would say to a circle of people at the hotel, where he still went to play for parties; "you know dat small Ransom boy? Well, I 'm tichin' heem play de feedle; an' I tell you, one day he play better dan hees ticher. Ah, dat 's gr-r-reat t'ing, de museek, ain't it? Mek' you laugh, mek' you cry, mek' you dance! Now, you dance.
'Dollar fifteen, I says anything so he should shut up with his hollering for what he seen in the window." "He seen something in the window he wanted, Abrahm?" "Didn't I tell you? A feedle! A four-dollar feedle! A moosiker, so we should have another feedler in the family for some thirty-cents lessons." "Abrahm you mean he our Leon wanted a violin?" "'Wanted, she says.
"Look how solemn he is, like he was thinking of something a million miles away except how lucky he is he should have a pink birthday-cake! Uh uh uh! Don't you begin to holler again Here, I'm putting the feedle next to you uh uh uh!" To a meal plentifully ladled out directly from stove to table, the Kantor family drew up, dipping first into the rich black soup of the occasion. All except Mrs.
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