FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   >>  
rt of thing." "That's worth rememberin'," says I. "And I expect you wouldn't mind, in case you had a boy to name later on, callin' him Torchy, eh!" Mr. Robert grins. "Entry withdrawn," says he. How this Amelia Gaston Leroy got the call to crash in on our little family affair, though, I couldn't quite dope out. We never suspected before that she was such an intimate friend of ours. Course, since we'd been livin' out in the Piping Rock section we had seen more or less of her--more, as a rule. She was built that way. Oh, yes. Amelia was one of the kind that could bounce in among three or four people in a thirty by forty-five living-room and make the place seem crowded. Mr. Robert's favorite description of her was that one half of Amelia didn't know how the other half lived. To state it plain, Amelia was some whale of a girl. One look at her, and you did no more guessin' as to what caused the food shortage. I got the shock of my life, too, when they told me she was the one that wrote so much of this mushy magazine poetry you see printed. For all the lady poetesses I'd ever seen had been thin, shingled-chested parties with mud-colored hair and soulful eyes. There was nothing thin about Amelia. Her eyes might have been soulful enough at times, but mostly I'd seen 'em fixed on a tray of sandwiches or a plate of layer cake. They'd had her up at the Ellinses' once or twice when they were givin' one of their musical evenin's, and she'd spouted some of her stuff. Her first call on us, though, was when she blew in last Sunday afternoon and announced that she'd come to see "that dear, darling man child" of ours. And for a girl of her size Amelia is some breeze, take it from me. Honest, for the first ten minutes or so there I felt like our happy little home had been hit by a young tornado. "Where is he?" she demands. "Please take me at once into the regal presence of his youthful majesty." I noticed Vee sizin' her up panicky, and I knew she was thinkin' of what might happen to them spindle-legged white chairs in the nursery. "How nice of you to want to see him!" says Vee. "But let me have Baby brought down here. Just a moment." And she steers her towards a solid built davenport that we'd been meanin' to have reupholstered anyway. Then we was treated to a line of high-brow gush as Amelia inspects the youngster through her shell lorgnette and tries to tell us in impromptu blank verse how wonderful he is. "A
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   >>  



Top keywords:
Amelia
 

Robert

 

soulful

 

darling

 

breeze

 
minutes
 
Honest
 

Ellinses

 
sandwiches
 

Sunday


afternoon

 

announced

 
spouted
 

musical

 
evenin
 

reupholstered

 
meanin
 
treated
 

davenport

 

moment


steers

 

impromptu

 

wonderful

 

lorgnette

 

inspects

 

youngster

 

brought

 

presence

 

youthful

 

noticed


majesty

 
Please
 

tornado

 

demands

 

panicky

 
nursery
 

chairs

 
legged
 

thinkin

 
happen

spindle
 

section

 
Piping
 
Course
 

friend

 

rememberin

 
people
 

thirty

 
bounce
 

intimate