"
"Vell, she can go to hell!" said T-S, keeping his promise to devote
himself to his dinner. "I offered Parmelee Stebbins a tird share in
'De Pride o' Passion' fer a hunded tousand dollars, and de damn fool
turned me down, and de picture has made a million and a quarter
a'ready."
"Well," said I, "he's probably paying for it by sitting up late to
buy the city council on this new franchise grab of his; and so he
hasn't kept his date to dine with his expensive family at Prince's.
Here is Miss Lucinda Stebbins; she's engaged to Babcock, millionaire
sport and man about town, but he's taking part in a flying race over
the Rocky Mountains tonight, and so Lucinda feels bored, and she
knows the vaudeville show is going to be tiresome, but still she
doesn't want to meet any freaks. She has just said to her mother
that she can't see why a person in her mother's position can't be
content to meet proper people, but always has to be getting herself
into the newspapers with some new sort of nut."
"My Gawd, Billy!" cried Maw.
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