Every Soul Hath Its Song Part 73
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"My old woman will fix you up all right."
"Oh no, she won't!"
"Aw, come on, kiddo. We're going to have a tree for the little brother, and the old woman will be rigged up like a mast in her spotted silk.
Come on. Who'll be any the wiser?"
Laughter and mockery rose to the surface of her eyes, bubbled to her lips.
"Huh! What's that only-son stuff you gave me yesterday? All about how you had to land a job in the city and make good after your old man died, eh? How about your yesterday's line of talk?"
"I--"
"All about how mother's wandering boy found himself all plastered over with the mortgage and worked nights to get out from under. All about--Aw, say, what's the use? But I always say to you fellows, 'Boys, cultivate good memories; you need 'em.' Little brother! Ha, joke!"
"I--aw--I--Little brother's what we call my sister Till's little red-headed kid. Aw, what--what you want to put me in bad for, sister?
I'm not so easy to trip up as you think I am."
"Little brother! And say, that's a bottle of malted milk there in your pocket that you're taking out to him, ain't it? Sure it is."
"This? Aw, this--Say, you haven't got those snappy black eyes of yours for nothing, have you? This bottle here in my pocket, aw, this--this is a--bottle of brandy for my old woman. First snow flurry and her left foot begins to drag like a rag with rheumatism."
Her laughter rose, and his confusion with it.
"Sure," she cried.
"Aw--aw, come on, Marjie."
"Well, of all the nerve! My name's private property, it is."
"It slipped. It said itself. But, gee! I like it. Marjie! Some little name."
"Well, of all the nerve!"
"Come on, black-eyes. You're off at five and we'll catch the five-eighteen. Who's going to be any the wiser? I got something out there I want to tell you."
"My hearing's all right in the city."
"It's something I want to whisper right where I can get next to that little ear of yours."
"You got a swell chance at that little ear of mine, nix."
"Stingy!"
"You bet your life I'm stingy."
"It's a white Christmas for sure out where I live. Come on out and let me show you a good time, little one."
"I wish you was half as white as this Christmas is. Honest, sometimes I says to myself, I says, ain't there just none of you white? Has a girl like me got to keep dodging all her life?"
"Come, sister, let's catch the five-eighteen."
"You better run along before you get me all rubbed the wrong way. At five-eighteen I'll be buying my own meal ticket, let me tell you that."
"Then buy your own meal ticket, if that's what's hurting you, little touchy, and come out on the eight-eighteen. It's only a thirty-minute run; and if you say the word I'll be at the station with bells on to meet you. Come on. I'll show you the Christmas Eve of your life. Be a sport, Marjie."
"Yes, I always say, inviting a girl to be a sport is a slick way of inviting her to Hades. I've seen where being a sport lands a girl, I have. I ain't game, maybe, but, thank G.o.d, I ain't. Thank G.o.d, I ain't, is what I always say to them."
"Well, of all the funny little propositions."
"Well, there's nothing funny about your proposition."
"You're one funny little girl, but, gee! I like you."
There was that in his glance and the white flash of his teeth and the pomaded air of geniality about him that sent a quick network of thrills darting through her; all her perceptions rose, and her color.
"Come on, little girl."
"Oh," she cried, clenching her small tan hand, and a tempest of fury flas.h.i.+ng across her face, "you--you fresh fellows up-town here think just because you wear good clothes and can hold down a decent job, that you--you can put up any kind of a proposition to a girl like me. Oh--oh, just every one of you!"
"Well, of all the little spitfires."
"What do you think I am? What does every one of you, up and down town, think I am? Do I look like I was born yesterday? Well, I wasn't, or the day before or the day before that. Honest to G.o.d, if I was a nice-appearing fellow like you I'd be ashamed, I would. I'd go out in the garden and eat worms, I would."
He retreated before her scorn, but smiling. "I'll get you yet, you little vix," he said; "you pretty little black-eyed vix, you; I'll get you yet.'
"Like h.e.l.l you will."
"If you change your mind, come out on the eight-eighteen, girlie. Two blocks to the left of the station; the corner house with a little weather-c.o.c.k over the porch. Can't miss it. I'll be drapin' the tree in tin fringe and wis.h.i.+ng you were there."
"Oh," she cried, her voice cracked spang across with a sob, "I--I just hate you!"
"No, you don't," he said, smiling and gathering his parcels.
"Do."
"Don't."
"Do."
"What's that on your wrist?"
"Where?"
"There. I thought you said you threw it away."
Her right hand flew to her left wrist as if a welt lay there. "This, I--huh--I--I forgot I had it on. This--this little old bracelet you said you found in the Subway. It--it's nothing but red celluloid, anyway.
I--I nearly did throw it away."
"You look just like a little gipsy, you do, with that red comb in that black hair of yours and that red bracelet on your little brown arm. I'll swear if I didn't miss my train by ten minutes the first time I seen you standing here at this counter with those big black eyes of yours s.h.i.+ning out."
Every Soul Hath Its Song Part 73
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