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These hours, heretofore taken up with functions and the discharge of obligations, dragged not a little during the week that followed upon her declaration of independence. Wednesday afternoon, however, was warm and fine, and she went to the Park with Snooky.
In canning and preserving time there floated out from her kitchen the pungent scent of pickled crab apples; the mouth-watering smell that meant sweet pickles; or the cloying, divinely sticky odor that meant raspberry jam. Snooky, from her side of the fence, often used to peer through the pickets, gazing in the direction of the enticing smells next door.
But meanwhile Snooky had clambered down to the outside door, and before anything further could be said young Rivers came into the dining-room.
Just think of it no one had ever sympathized with him in his utter loneliness of bachelorhood. No girl had ever called him her "snooky ookums," and he had never had the opportunity of calling any fair vision his "tootsy wootsy." The horror of the situation was sufficient to stagger an empire. No girl had ever waited at the post-office corner for him.
Without looking for it or even expecting it, Blix came across a little Japanese tea-house, or rather a tiny Japanese garden, set with almost toy Japanese houses and pavilions, where tea was served and thin sweetish wafers for five cents. Blix and Snooky went in. There was nobody about but the Japanese serving woman.
Bessemer glanced nervously at Travis. "That's Mr. Rivers, isn't it, daughter?" Travis smiled. "Well, I think I'll I think I'd better " he began. "No," said Travis, "I don't want you to, Papum; you sit right where you are. How absurd!" The old man dropped obediently back into his seat. "That's all right, Maggie," said Travis as the cook reappeared from the pantry. "Snooky went."
"Our bed wuz a wooden frame wid slats nailed on it. We jus had a common hay mattress to sleep on. We had very respectable quilts, because my mudder made them. I believe we had better bed covers dem days den we hab des days. "My grandmother wuz named Snooky and my grandfather Anthony. I thought der wasn't a better friend in all de world den my grandmother.
Snooky was three-going-on-four, and looked something like an angel only healthier and with grimier hands. The whole neighborhood borrowed her and tried to spoil her; but Snooky would not spoil. Alderman Mooney was down in the cellar, fooling with the furnace. He was in his furnace overalls; a short black pipe in his mouth. Three protesting husbands had just left.
I'll sit up here in the hall, where there's a light. You get to bed. I'll watch and see that everything's all right. Have you got something I can read out here something kind of lively with a love story in it?" So the night went by. Snooky slept in her little white bed. The Very Young Wife half dozed in her bed, so near the little one.
The Very Young Husband had been very, very angry with her angry, he said, and astonished! Snooky could not have been so sick! Look at her now! As well as ever. And to have called such a woman! Well, he did not want to be harsh; but she must understand that she must never speak to the woman again. Never! So the next day the Very Young Wife happened to go by with the Young Husband.
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