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Updated: June 1, 2025
"Oh, my beautiful Dagmar!" she wailed. "It is that vile street runner Theresa, who has carried her away!" was the burden of her lamentations. "The smartest girl in all Millville was my Tessie," insisted Mrs. Wartliz. "It was that baby-faced kitten, Dagmar Brodix, who coaxed her off.
They're pikers to what some people are that invited me to their houses in New York and Berkeley, and treated me and the other guys like kings or something. Take Megan's store, too" he was warming to his subject, so that he failed to notice the darkening of Tessie's face "it's a joke compared to New York and San Francisco stores. Reg'lar rube joint." Tessie stiffened.
To myself, I felt suddenly the hostess—the generation-long inhabitant of this land so new and strange to little Pauline. She was my guest here. I would indeed have her care for my country, have her glad she came to my home. That day Pauline turned around and smiled more often than before. I finally settled down to eating lunch daily between Tessie and Mrs. Lewis, the Englishwoman.
Tessie Wartliz was enmeshed in that oftquoted "tangled web," coincident with the first attempt at deception. "Oh, what a tangled web we weave When first we practice to deceive!" Reading those lines mean very little to the girl who has never been so unfortunate as to know their fullest meaning, but Tessie knew not the lines, it was their threat she felt, their dark story she was living through.
Guess I'll doll up this evening and see if I can't make a hit with one of them." She relapsed into bitter silence. The bottom had dropped out of Tessie Golden's world. In order to understand the Tessie of to-day you will have to know the Tessie of six months ago; Tessie the impudent, the life-loving, the pleasureful.
We are all feet, feet, FEET. First I try standing on one foot to let the other think I might really, after all, be sitting down. Then I stand on it and give the other a delusion. Then try standing on the sides, the toes, the heels. FEET! “Ach! Mein Gott!” moans Tessie. “To-morrow I go look for a job in a biscuit factory.” “Leave me know if you get a sit-down one.”
"Well, Angie, it looks as if you'd found your job right here at home, doesn't it? This young lady's just one of hundreds, I suppose. Thousands. You can have the whole house for them, if you want it, Angie, and the grounds, and all the money you need. I guess we've kind of overlooked the girls. Hm, Angie? What d'you say?" But Tessie was not listening. She had scarcely heard.
So it was that broad, generous daylight was breaking in on the anxieties Rose had been suffering from, and almost all her real worries were being dispelled all but the fear that Tessie might be found guilty of taking that ticket money!
Yet each one of the girls was capable of starting a blouse in an emergency on Saturday night and finishing it in time for a Sunday picnic, buttonholes and all. Their help might have been invaluable. It never was asked. Without warning, Chuck came home on three days' furlough. It meant that he was bound for France right enough this time. But Tessie didn't care.
Yes, the Osbornes had planned a trip west, and no doubt they were going. This seemed to Tessie rare good luck. Marcia, Phillis and Mrs. Osborne were surely off for their trip. "Now I'm going to write Dagmar," decided Tessie "poor little kid! I feel like a quitter to have left her alone all this time. I wonder if I couldn't go out there and look for her?
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