Every Soul Hath Its Song by Fannie Hurst
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her lashes and she yawned frankly with her arms outflung.
"Oh-h-h-h-h dear!" "I tell you I got more gumption as my daughters. I want, Miriam, you should go down by Berkovitz's for that prescription for your papa." "Aw, now, mamma, you've got six different kinds of--" "I tell you when I let your papa get seasick or any kind of sick on this trip, with his going-on about hisself, right away my whole trip is spoilt. Ray, if you don't get up and sew in them cuffs and collars on your coat don't expect as I will do it for you. For my part you can travel just like a rag-bag, Ray!" "M-m-m-m." Shivering and with her small ankles pressed together, Miriam peered out into the pale light. "A grand day, mamma." "Miriam, I think if I sew all the express checks up in a bag and wear them right here under my waist with the jewelry, they are better as in papa's pockets. With his tobacco-bag, easy as anything he can pull them out and lose them. That's what we need yet, to lose our express checks!" "Mamma, that's been on your mind for ten days. For goodness' sakes, nobody's going to lose the express checks!" |
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