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Pennoyer, with his head afar down, had been busily scratching at a pen-and-ink drawing. He looked up from his board to utter a plaintive optimism. "The Monthly Amazement will pay me to-morrow. They ought to. I've waited over three months now. I'm going down there to-morrow, and perhaps I'll get it." His friends listened with airs of tolerance. "Oh, no doubt, Penny, old man."
Presently she gave a little start. "Who is over there?" Her voice became a tone of deep awe. "She?" Wrinkles and Grief exchanged a swift glance. Pennoyer said gruffly, "Who do you mean?" "Why," said Florinda, "you know. She. The the girl that Billie likes." Pennoyer hesitated for a moment and then said wrathfully: "Of course she is! Who do you suppose?" "Oh!" said Florinda.
Grief cast a look of rage at Sanderson, and then stared at the wall. Pennoyer said, "Well, we might borrow it from Billie Hawker." Florinda laughed then. "Oh," continued Pennoyer hastily, "if those Amazement people pay me when they said they would I'll have the money." "So you will," said Grief. "You will have money to burn. Did the Amazement people ever pay you when they said they would?
Florinda did not turn from the window. "Well, so-long, boys," said Hawker, "I'll see you later." As the door slammed Pennoyer apologetically said, "Billie is a trifle off his feed this morning." "What about?" asked Grief. "I don't know; but when I went to call him he was sitting deep in his chair staring at some " He looked at Florinda and became silent.
"Penny, do you think she is very beautiful?" Florinda's voice had a singular quality of awe in it. "Well," replied Pennoyer, "I don't know." "Yes, you do, Penny. Go ahead and tell me." "Well " "Go ahead." "Well, she is rather handsome, you know." "Yes," said Florinda, dejectedly, "I suppose she is."
Didn't you have I thought I saw something in your hand." "Nothing, I tell you!" cried Hawker. "Er oh, I beg your pardon," said Pennoyer. "Why, I was going to tell you that Splutter is over in our place, and she wants to see you." "Wants to see me? What for?" demanded Hawker. "Why don't she come over here, then?" "I'm sure I don't know," replied Pennoyer. "She sent me to call you."
A fellow isn't a man and doesn't stand up straight unless he has some money. And Billie Hawker makes enough so that you feel that nobody could walk over him, don't you know? And there isn't anything jay about him, either. He's a thoroughbred, don't you know?" After reflection, Pennoyer said, "It's pretty hard on the rest of us, Splutter." "Well, of course I like him, but but "
He frequented a very neat restaurant on Twenty-third Street. It was known that on Saturday nights Wrinkles, Grief, and Pennoyer frequently quarreled with him. As Florinda ceased speaking Purple entered. "Hello, there, Splutter!" As he was neatly hanging up his coat, he said to the others, "Well, the rent will be due in four days." "Will it?" asked Pennoyer, astounded.
His mind had evidently been caught at the threshold of sleep. "Do you think Florinda cares much for Billie Hawker?" Wrinkles fretted through some oaths. "How in thunder do I know?" The divan creaked as he turned his face to the wall. "Well " muttered Pennoyer.
Pennoyer said, "My, what a temper you are in, Billie!" "I am," replied Hawker. "I feel like an Apache. Where do you get this accursed potato salad?" "In Second Avenue. You know where. At the old place." "No, I don't!" snapped Hawker. "Why " "Here," said Florinda, "I'll go." She had already rolled down her sleeves and was arraying herself in her hat and jacket.
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