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But please tell me how?" "Why," says I, draggy, "I er you see " And then I'm struck with this foolish idea. Honest, I couldn't help pullin' it. "Mr. Ellins," I goes on, "happened to show me your picture." "What!" says she. "My picture? I I can hardly believe it." "Wait," says I. "It's right here in the drawer. That is, it was. Yep! This one. There!"
"That don't half describe it," says I. "And what is goin' to happen when I report to Old Hickory won't be nice to print in the papers." "Should I say something by Miss Vee when she coom?" asks Helma. "Yes," says I. "Tell her to kindly omit flowers." And with that I starts draggy towards the elevator. Oh, no! Private seccing ain't always what you might call a slumber part.
At which Waddy pushes to the front. "Oh, I say, Bruzinski! Remember me, don't you?" he asks. Joe looks him over casual and shakes his head. "I'm Lieutenant Fiske, you know," says Waddy. "That is, I was." "Well, I'll be damned!" says Joe earnest. "The Loot! What's up?" "That ring I gave you in Belgium," goes on Waddy. "I I hope you still have it?" "Ye-e-es," says Joe draggy.
With that ring on him he was just as safe as an exposed pocket flask at an Elks' picnic. I was retreatin' draggy with my chin down when I happens to get a grin from this wise guy Marcus, in charge of the cigar booth opposite. "You don't have no luck with Mirabelle, eh?" says he winkin'. "That's too bad, ain't it? But there's lots of others.
I finds Jonesey with his head in a file drawer, as usual, and without spillin' anything of the joke I leads him in and lines him up in front of Don Pedro. "Listen, Jonesey," says I. "This gentleman comes from Havana. Were you ever there?" "Why, ye-e-e-es. Once I was," says Jonesey, sort of draggy, as if tryin' to remember. "You were?" says I. "How? When?"
"How draggy winter things seem the first warm days. This velvet hat weighs like lead on my head to-day." She took it off. "I'll run up and make myself presentable," said she. "Please don't. You're exactly right as you are. And I want you to go for a walk if you're not too tired. The road that leads out by the West Wood marshes it will be sheer spring out there to-day. I want to share it with you."
"Why, how comfy you are here, aren't you?" says Vee, gazin' around. "Ye-e-es, aren't we?" says Lucy Lee, a bit draggy. If you've ever made one of these flathouse first calls you can fill in the rest for yourself.
It had been a hot day, and where he had been toiling on a roof shed which required reshingling the sun had blazed down upon him until it sucked his strength out of him, leaving him limp and draggy. He walked with his head down, indifferent in his sweated weariness to things about him.
Don't you see?" "Kind of stale and picayune, Steele, it strikes me," says I. "Course, you're the doctor. If you'd rather see all them other folks that you dislike come in for a hundred and fifty thousand apiece, with no rakeoff for you why, that's your business. But I'd think it over." "Ye-e-es," says he draggy. "I I suppose I must."
And now I suppose it'll be a case of your bringin' home a new daughter to help Mother, eh?" "Ye-e-es," says Vincent draggy. "Lucky she's the right kind, then," I suggests. "She's a wonderful girl, Torchy. Wonderful," says he. "Well, I expect you're a judge," says I. "I've never known anyone just like her," he goes on, "and if she'll have me " He wags his head determined.
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