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"That's a beautiful stitch, Mrs. Schimm. When I finish this centerpiece I start me a dozen doilies too." "I can learn it to you in five minutes, Mrs. Lissman. All my Birdie's trousseau napkins I did with this Battenberg stitch." "Grand!" "For a poor widow's daughter, Mrs. Lissman, that girl had a trousseau she don't need to be ashamed of." "Look, will you? Mrs.
"Be sure!" "Yeh." "Good morning, Mrs. Shongut." "Good morning, Mrs. Lissman. Looks like spring!" "Ain't it so? I say to Mr. Lissman this morning, before he went down-town, that he should bring home some grass seed to-night." "Ya, ya! Before you know it now, we got hot summer after such a late spring."
Mad it makes me like anything; but what can you do when you got a pretty girl?" "A young man in Peoria, Mrs. Lissman, such beautiful letters he writes Renie, never in my life did I read. Such language, Mrs. Lissman; just like out of a song-book! Not a time my Renie goes out that I don't go right to her desk to read 'em that's how beautiful he writes. In Green Springs she met him."
You seen for yourself when I sent you one the other day. Right in his own hothouse he grows 'em, Mrs. Lissman." "Just think!" "If I tell you his name, Mrs. Lissman, right away you know his firm. In Cincinnati they say he's got the finest house up on the hill musical chairs, that play when you sit on 'em. Twice every week he sends her " "Grand!"
Lissman; she steals soap." "They're all alike." "Ah, the mailman. Always in my family no one gets letters but my Renie. Look, Mrs. Lissman! What did I tell you? Another one from Cincinnati. Renie! Renie!" Mrs. Shongut bustled indoors, leaving her broom indolent against the porch pillar. "Renie!" "Yes, mamma." "Letter!" Feet hurrying down the hall. "Letter from Cincinnati, Renie."
Ain't that a trouble for you?" "She herself as much as told me not a thing does her swell brother over on Kingston do for them. I guess such a job as that boy has got in his banking-house he could get from a stranger too." "'Sh-h-h, Mrs. Lissman! Here he comes. Don't let on like we been talking about him. Speak to him like always." "Good evening, Izzy."
"I ain't beginning nothing, Renie; but, believe me, it ain't so nice for a girl to have to be told everything. How that little Jeannie Lissman, next door, helps her mother already, it's a pleasure to see. "You've told me about her before, mamma." Mrs. Shongut flung a sheet across the upright piano. "Gimme the broom, mamma. I'll sweep." "Sweep I never said you need to do.
I tell you that boy ain't walking up this street straight. Look for yourself, Mrs. Lissman. Ach, his poor mother!" A current like electricity that sets a wire humming ran in waves along Mrs. Schimm's voice. "Look!" "Oh-oh! I say, ain't that a trouble for that poor woman? When you see other people's trouble your own ain't so bad." "Ain't that awful? Just look at his face!
"'I tell you, I says to her papa, 'her cousins over in Kingston Place got tickets to take the young men to theaters with and automobiles to ride them round in; but, if I say so myself, not one of them has better chances than my Renie, right here in our little flat." Mrs. Lissman folded her arms in a shelf across her bosom and leaned her ample uncorseted figure against the railing.
Such a home! You can see for yourself, Mrs. Lissman, how his wife and daughters drive up sometimes in their automobile." "I'm surprised they don't come more often, Mrs. Shongut; your Renie and them girls, I guess, are grand friends." "Ya; and to be in that banking-house is a grand start for my boy. I always say it can lead to almost anything.
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