"
"Mr. Carpenter was just scolding me for that," said Mary. "I've an
idea if you pay him a salary, he'll feed it to the poor."
"If I pay it," said T-S, "it's his, and he can feed it to de
dicky-birds if he vants to. Vot you say, Mr. Carpenter?"
I was waiting with curiosity to hear what he would say; but at that
moment the door from the "maternity-room" was opened, and the voice
of Madame Planchet broke in: "Here she ees!" And the flesh-mountain
appeared, with the two caryatids supporting her.
XIII
"My Gawd!" gasped Mrs. T-S. "I'm dyin'!"
Her husband responded, beaming, "So you gone and done it again!"
Said Mrs. T-S: "I'll never do it no more!"
Said the husband: "Y'allus say dat. Fergit it, Maw, you're all right
now, you don't have to have your hair frizzed fer six mont's!"
Said Mrs. T-S: "I gotta lie down. I'm dyin', Abey, I tell you. Lemme
git on de sofa."
Said the husband: "Now, Maw, we gotta git to dinner--"
"I can't eat no dinner."
"Vot?" There was genuine alarm in the husband's voice.
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