Every Soul Hath Its Song by Fannie Hurst
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"Oh, that had nothing to do with this, ma. The love part is there all right. You--you don't understand, ma!" "_Gott sei dank_ that I don't understand such!" Then Miss Meyerburg leaned forward, her large, white hand on her parent's knee, her face close and full of fervor. "Ma dear, you got it in your power sitting there to make me the happiest girl in the world. I'll do more for the family in this marriage, ma dear, than all five of the boys put together. I tell you, ma, it's the biggest minute in the life of this family if you give--if you do this for me, ma. It is, dear." "Ja, let me just tell you that your brothers and their wives will be the first to put their foot down on that the youngest should get twice as much as they." "What do you care? And, anyways, ma, they don't need to know. What they don't know don't hurt them. Don't tell them, ma; just don't tell them. Ain't I the only girl, and the baby too? Haven't I got the chance to, raise them all up in society? Oh, ma dear, you've got so much! So much more than you can ever use, and--and you--you're old now, ma, and I--I'm so young, dear, so young!" "Ja, like you say, maybe I'm old, but I tell you, Becky, I 'ain't got the money to throw away like--" "Let me let the marquis ask me when he comes to-night, ma. He's ready to pop if--if I just dare to let him, ma." |
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