Every Soul Hath Its Song by Fannie Hurst
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"You're not a sight, you're a beauty!" "'Sh-h-h-h, I don't feel like making fun, Irving!" "It's a hot day, dear, so we got to celebrate some cool way. Let's take a cab and--" "No, Irving dear, we can't afford another one." "To-day we can afford any old thing we want." "No, no, dear." "I got it, then! If we ride down to the Battery we can catch a boat for Brighton. Then we can have a little boat-ride all our own, eh? You and me, darling, on a boat-trip all our own." She turned her shining eyes full upon him. "That'll be just perfect, Irving!" she said. ROLLING STOCK In the great human democracy, revolution cannot uncrown the builder of bridges to place upon his throne the builder of pantry shelves. Gray matter and blue blood and white pigment are not dynasties of man's |
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