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I suppose they are the most common, and it's a good thing, because of course they are not nearly so dangerous." "How many did you catch, Maxie?" asked Grace. "I? Oh, I helped catch the perch for bait; but I didn't try for sharks, for of course a boy wouldn't be strong enough to haul such big fellows in. I tell you the men had a hard tug, especially with the blue-dog.
"I am going now to write to him that I will set apart a certain sum for his use in the purchase of gifts for others. That is, he may tell me what he would like to give, and I will see that the articles are bought and distributed as he wishes." "Oh, what a nice plan, papa! I am sure Maxie will be very glad." "Yes, I do it with the hope of giving pleasure to my dear boy.
But the story wasn't any good. It was true, as far as it went, but it wasn't a story. What is a story, anyway? Joe realized that he didn't know. When Maxie was about fifteen, Joe used to quiz him on "Joe's Maxims." Joe: "Women?" Maxie: "Uh, women, women . . . All women are pear shaped!" And now, for a dollar, grand prize an educated man?" Maxie: "Damn.
"How selfish in me to forget that you have no companion at all at Ion!" "I have," returned Max; "I have you, you know, and you're right good company when you are in a good humor." "And I'm not often in any other with you, Maxie; now am I?" she said coaxingly. "No, sis, that's true enough, and I do believe I couldn't get along half so well without you.
The fish sandwiches arrived, and Joe watched the toddler with an ice cream cone in Honolulu, the girl veering her bike into a Maine hedge, the teen-ager leaving home, the Seattle executive as she took a large bite. "Mmmm," she said with her mouth full, "mmm Ivar's." "Have you heard from Maxie lately?" she asked. "Not for a couple of months. He's still in New Zealand."
"Let her scold! who cares!" returned Lulu with a scornful toss of the head, while Max, who had gone to the side of Gracie's sofa, stooped over her, and softly patting the thin pale cheek, asked how she felt to-day. "'Bout the same as usual, Maxie," she said, with a languid smile. "O Max, hurry and tell us what papa says in the letter!" cried Lulu impatiently. "Is it good news?"
A week later she came again, this time with Maxie, whom I had not seen for nearly three years and who seemed to have grown to double his former size. On this occasion she threatened to denounce me to the Cloak-makers' Union for employing scab labor. Finally she made a scene that caused me to whisper to Bender to telephone for a policeman. Before complying, however, he tried persuasion.
"Ex-Mrs. Joe. On her way back to Maine, I guess. She was at the wedding. They both were, the ex-Mrs. Joes." "Two of them? And you survived?" "Yep," Joe said. "Marriage . . . " Isabelle said sadly. "The marriages weren't bad," Joe said, "just not enough. The kids are grown up, anyway, one of mine the one that just got married and one of Ingrid's, Maxie. He lives in Vermont." "What does he do?"
An educated man umm knows what he doesn't know." Joe: "Right!" This was heavy for fifteen, but Max was game. "The idea is to know when you don't know what you're doing; then you can go ask someone or buy a good book and find out," Joe explained. Maxie nodded agreement, winnings crumpled firmly in one hand. So, go find out what a story is, Joe told himself.
He has been asking permission to come in to see you; and Gracie has pleaded quite hard for it, and to have you forgiven, and told the good news." "Gracie always is so dear and kind," she said tremulously; "and Maxie isn't often cross with me. Yes, papa, I should like to see them both." "Your friend Evelyn was here this afternoon, asking permission to come in to see you, but is gone now.
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