"I ain't had
much appetite lately. Hello, Mamie! Come over here and sit on our
bench. What you got good for lunch? My stomach's turned back on
pie. I'd give ten cents for a cup of coffee."
"Everywhere else but this old hothouse sells it for two cents a cup
without, and three cents with." The girl called Mamie nodded to me
and took her seat on the bench. "I don't like milk nohow, and I'd
give the money glad for something hot in the middle of the day.
Don't nothing do your insides as much good as something piping hot.
Say--I saw Barker last night." Her voice lowered but little. "He
and I are going to see 'Some Girl' at the Bijou next week. It's all
make-up--his being sweet on Ceeley Bayne! That knock-kneed,
slew-footed, pop-eyed Gracie Jones got that off. I'm going to get
one them lace-and-chiffon waists at Plum's for $2.98 if don't nobody
get sick and need medicine between now and Wednesday. Seems like
somebody's always sick at our house."
The question asked me had been forgotten, and, glad to escape the
acknowledgment that I had never earned a dollar in my life, I got up
on the plea that I must see a girl at the other end of the room, and
walked across it.
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