Tish, The Chronicle of Her Escapades and Excursions

tion of the night before having passed, she was in a bad humor. When I got there she was sitting in her room holding a hot-water bottle

ach's gone, Lizzie! I ate one of those cake

ats and dogs and Orientals and imposing them on your friends we'd be on the ocean to-day, on our way to a decent climate. The n

owever. Her eye and her m

ye and she had the grace to color. "He loves to make them," she said-"he positively beamed when he broug

n a low, plaintive chant. "He says that song is about the valleys of Lebanon,

: Tish was not her resolute self; and, indeed, through all the episode of Tufik, and the shocking

se and followed me t

she whispered. "It will look more

d her, the empty

oor to lying. It's the first step downward. I have a feeling tha

ce?" she sarca

o anything faster than a camel. He doesn't know how to work-none of them do. He comes from

sfied when we put it up to him. He spread his han

wn-I sell in the bazaar the so fine lace my sister make. I drink wine, n

ently. "But you must promise one thing,

I die!" he

onal. But I want you to promise. You are only a boy; but w

ne wife, Tufik. We are not sending you back to start a ha

is called Tish; my next, Lizzie; and my next, Aggie Pilk. All for my so kind friends. A

d clothing to be pressed by a little tailor in the neighborhood who did Tish's repairing, the three of us went back to the kitchen and tried to put it in order. It was frightful-flour and burned grease over everything, every pan dirty, dishes all over the place

t held the geraniums, Tufik having forgotten to do so, Tish's neighbor from the apartment bel

gentleman from b

who

ving Syria

stiff

said, "if you

explain what you have done with my geraniu

s Aggie who came to the rescue. She slammed the lid o

gnantly, "that you think we

r thieving servant steal 'em o

look through the apartment and see if they

getic departure, that Tish and I understood. The teakettle was boiling and from its spout coming a spicy and

oral remains. "He did it out of love and we must not chi

ed and twenty dollars to buy a ticket back to Syria and to ke

or, as my sister's husband says, he still has y

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a new salud-very ri

them soiled and wrinkled. She watched Tufik, chanting about the plains of Lebanon and shoving the carpet-sweeper with a bang against her best furniture; and, with Hannah's salad in mind, she sniffed a warning od

but getting rid of him-we bought him a complete new outfit. He almost disgraced us by kissing our hands in the store, and while we were buying him some ties he disappeared-to come bac

uline attire, and Tufik's idea was a suit, with nothing underneath, a shirt-front and collar of celluloid, and a green necktie already tied and hooking on to his collar-butto

mpt at suicide, and we sent his things to Tish's apartment. That evening Tufik asked permission to sp

bjected, "and get sick and miss his boat,

he has promised not to smoke any cigarettes and I've given h

n the train, Aggie bringing fried chicken and I sandwiches and cake. Tish's domestic arran

ie sat in the station and sneezed; Tish had a pain above her eye and sat by a heat

we sat there. Aggie sneezed and Tish held her eye. And no Tufik! In a sort of helpless, brea

concerned! After we had eaten,-about eleven o'clock, I think,-Tish got up and surveyed the apartment. Then, with a savage gleam in her eye, she whisked off all the fancy linens, the Cluny laces, the hemstitched bedsp

"It's been worth it if it teaches me that I'm an old fool and that you are two o

here was a timid ring at the doorbell and I answered it. Outside was Tufik, forlorn an

hed person, smiling. "He has great

t looked as if he had slept in it. His collar was bent and wilted, and t

skily. "I die; the hea

lot we had bought only yesterday. I hardly knew what to do. Tish had said she was through with the boy. I decided to close them out

. He waved the letter at me; but I ordered him to burn it immediately-on account of germs. I brought him a shovel to burn it on; and when that was over T

black-mustached gentleman having gone after trying to sell Tish another silk kimono, I

I say? I have not the ticket! I have been wikkid-but for my sister

want you to tell us everythin

un? Ah, no; Miss Tish, Miss Liz, Miss Ag,-not so. To-day I take back my ticket, get the money, and send it to

nt's silence. Th