Every Soul Hath Its Song by Fannie Hurst
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West territory where only once in four months I can see him, and my Ray
and her going-ons with them little snips, and now Miriam with her Europe on the brain. I tell you that if anybody in this family needs Europe it's me for my health, better as Miriam for her singing and her style. Such nagging I have got ringing in my ears about it I think it's easier to go as to stay home with long faces." Erect on the edge of her chair Miriam inclined toward her parent. "That's just what I been saying, mamma; all four of us need it. Not only me and Ray, but--" "Leave me out, missy!" "Not only us two for our education, mamma, but a trip like that can make you and papa ten years younger. Read what the booklet says. It--" "I'm an old woman and I don't want I should try to look young like on the streets here up-town you can see the women. What comes natural to me like gray hairs I don't got to try to hide." "Hurrah for ma! 'Down with the peroxide and the straight fronts,' she says." "Izzy, that ain't so nice neither to talk such things before your sisters." "Don't listen to him, mamma. Just let me ask you, mamma, just let me ask you, papa--papa, listen: did you ever in your life have a real vacation? What were those two weeks in Arverne for you last summer compared to on board a ship? You--" |
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