Buttered Side Down: Stories by Edna Ferber
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there waiting for me. I used to think he was too slow. But say,
he's got the nicest little painting and paper-hanging business you ever saw, and making money. He's secretary of the K. P.'s back home. They give some swell little dances during the winter, especially for the married members. In five years we'll own our home, with a vegetable garden in the back. I'm a little frog, and it's me for the puddle." Gus stood up slowly. Gertie felt a little pang of compunction when she saw what a boy he was. "I don't know when I've enjoyed a talk like this. I've heard about these dawn teas, but I never thought I'd go to one," she said. "Good-night, girlie," interrupted Gus, abruptly. "It's the dreamless couch for mine. We've got a big sale on in tan and black seconds to-morrow." II THE MAN WHO CAME BACK There are two ways of doing battle against Disgrace. You may live it down; or you may run away from it and hide. The first method is heart-breaking, but sure. The second cannot be relied upon because |
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