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Updated: August 18, 2024
How could a girl help liking it? But only if it's on the level. Getaway you see, I hate to act suspicious all the time, but all your new silk shirts and now the new checked suit and all. It don't match up with your twenty-dollar job in the Wall Street haberdashery." Then Getaway threw out one of his feints of mock surprise. "Didn't I tell you, Fairylin? Well, whadda you know about that?
"Aw, is dat so!... For de love of Mike, d'yuh mean to tell me Lizzie is talking back? Whadda yuh know about dat! Whadda yuh know about dat! You'll get sick on us here, foist t'ing we know. Where was yuh hoited?" Petey McGuff's smile was absolutely friendly.
Whadda yuh mean, blockin' the traffic?" a domineering voice behind him bellowed. "This ain't any reception hall, and it ain't no free auto park neither." Another traffic officer with another pencil and another pad of tickets such as drivers dread to see began to write down the number of Casey's car. This man did not argue.
In an intense and pleasurable abstraction he finished the cookies and the milk. Then he yelled: "Hey! Merry Merry Etty!" "Whadda ye want?" sang the girl from the window, her face still rosy with confusion. "Come out here and git these things." The girl shook her head, with a laugh. "Come out an' git 'm, 'r, by jingo, I'll throw 'em at ye! Come on, now!"
"Me, in here," she said, very quickly, and placed her hand to her flimsy blouse where her heart beat under it. "Whadda you mean, dead?" "Just dead, sometimes as if something inside of me that can't get out had had just curled up and croaked."
She was in her apron, and the sleeves of her dress were rolled to her elbows, displaying the strong, round arms. Wholesome and sweet she looked and smelled, the scent of the cooking round her. Lyman munched a couple of the cookies and gulped a pint of milk before he spoke. "Whadda we care who sees us sittin' side b' side? Ain't we goin' t' be married soon?"
So I stopped at the door and took 'em in. Swell? Oh, you dolls! I stood there trying to work up the nerve to go in and siddown and order a plate of stew or something that wouldn't stick me more'n a dollar, just to say I'd been dining at Sherry's, when I looked across the room, and whadda you think?" He paused, leaned forward, and shot out the climactic word, "Banneker!"
"This mortgage of Old Man Dale's now you figurin' on foreclosin' if he can't pay?" "Whadda you know about Dale's mortgage?" "I heard Lanpher yawpin' about it. He talks too loud sometimes, don't he? You gonna foreclose on him, I suppose?" "Like that!" Luke Tweezy snapped his teeth together with a click. "But foreclosing takes time. You can't sell a man up the minute his mortgage is due.
Through his slits of swollen lids Casey glared toward the voice and recognized Barney Oakes, grinning at him with what Casey considered a Judas treachery. He saw two men step away from Joe and the boss, leaving them in handcuffs. "Take them irons off'n my friends!" bellowed Casey as he charged. "Whadda yuh think you're doin', anyway? Take 'em off!
For as he reached the animal he saw approaching across the flat the figures of a horse and rider. And the man was Luke Tweezy. With the sight of Mrs. Dale's tears fresh in his memory and the rage engendered thereby galvanizing his brain he went to meet Mr. Tweezy. "Howdy, Racey," said the lawyer, pulling up. "Whadda you want?" demanded Racey, halting a scant yard from Luke Tweezy's left leg.
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