Felix O'Day by Francis Hopkinson Smith
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"The room will answer very well, Mrs. Cleary. I can see the work of your deft hands in every corner. I have been living in one much larger, but this is more like a home. And do I get my breakfast and dinner and the room for the pound--I mean for the five dollars?" "You do, and welcome, and somethin' in the middle of the day if ye happen to be around and hungry." "And can I move in to-day?" "Ye can." "Then I will go down and pay what I owe and see about getting my boxes. And now, here is your money," and he held out two five-dollar bills. Kitty stretched her two hands far behind her back, her brown holland over-apron curving inward with the movement. "I won't touch it; ye can have the room and ye can keep your money. When I want it I'll ask fer it. Now tell me where I can get your trunks. Mike will go fer 'em and bring 'em back." A new, strange look shone out from the keen, searching eyes of O'Day. His interest in the woman had deepened. "And you have no misgivings and are sure you will get your rent?" |
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