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Tripping with the Tucker Twins

Chapter 2 EARNING A LIVING

Word Count: 2507    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

ndow, where I could command a view of the street east and west as far as the eye could reach. A housemaid, whose duty it was i

," declared Dum as she embraced me good-by. "No

" The maid was instructed to bring a generous supply of lunch up to the apartment at one o'clock. "If we have it up here I won't

theirs brought up, too, although they preferred going down as a rule. They insisted they missed too many tr

afraid of rubbing off her dirty make-up, and I was quite willing to have it thus. Brindle, her beloved bulldog, was not so squeamish as I, however, and gave her an affectionate and disastrous lick. "Brindle can keep you company, honey. Good-by, darl

e evening before. It was most artistic, don

ENT A

ITNE

the jitney business in hand, and the privilege of running a jitney without special license and

few minutes, I had a pile of new magazines and papers, and there was th

time there were no rules about standing on the steps and overcrowding, and Dee had taken in every one who had raised a finger. I counted thirty-five cents, which was going some for a five-passenger car. Dee had a small plaid shawl which she had wrapp

pour downtown. Women and babies! women and babies! Sometimes women and dogs! Brindle, who never left the window, and seemed to be watching for Dee and Henry Ford as eagerly as I was, resented

mble all over with excitement and joy. I trembled, too, for fear that he

ncheon. It was actually almost one o'clock. I could hardly believe it. The morning had been fraught with excitement to me as I

, parked in front of the apartment house, and in a moment a breathless and exc

ed the jitneys are! But I am so hungry I'm fittin' to bust. Where's Dum? Here, count my earnin

oom, where she was punishing her begrimed face. "I counted mor

for nothing. I gave them the time of their lives. They were so tic

explained the many old

ke hot cakes, and the batty-cake turner went with it to turn those cakes." She had with her a disreputable-looking canvas telescope that contained her samples. Her job was to go from house to house and take orders, to be delivered later.

th my mouth. I'm missing fares until it makes me sick," and Dee jumped into her lunch with such vim that

. I bumped over a high car track, and you know how indignant that makes old Henry. I was awfully glad I had just dumped my last fare. Not a soul s

ll have apoplexy or some

she was not quite full yet. Finding I had not tasted my consommé, for being shut up as I was my appetite was no

ith a whirl she was out of the apartment and

a little wistfully. "Four-fifteen was a go

s apiece that makes one dollar thirty-fiv

ed and talked and made her look at everything I had-Mrs. Rand, batty-cake flapper, and all the needle-threaders, spot-knockers, and silver polish-and, what's more, I did not leave her ugly, ponderous old house until I had made her sign up for fifteen cents' worth of household necessities-I mean fifteen cents for me. I expatiated on Mrs. Rand until there was nothing for her to do but own one, and I played battledore and shuttlecock with her ball of gray yarn (of course she was knitting another shawl with purple scallops) and the batty-cake turner until she was

rious than any they had heretofore plunged into. They were certainly not doing anything wrong from a moral standpoint, but they were giving Mrs. Grundy a chance to do a lot of gabbling. I could not help laughing over Cousin Park, although I secretly wished that Dum could have started her back-door canvassing before she reached that ponderous edifice belonging to my relative. It merely meant that Mrs. Garnett would have some tangible grievance against my friends, for whom she held

usin Park I was

re and I fell in with her mood and just be'ed an agent, only that and nothing more. Sometimes I think maybe

arcerate me in her prison-like mansion, whether I would or no. Father and I felt the same way about her house. Father always said he was afraid the butler, Jeremiah, would bite him, and every one brought up by a mammy knew that "to be bit by a bl

ow you, after all,"

on employed steadily by the boss, and in the meantime I have earned fifteen cents at the funereal mansion. I must tear myself awa

e meteoric appearances of Dee and to ge

ed without a car full and sometimes running over. Her face was tense

him. Dee had just passed, the back seat of Henry two-deep with passengers and on the front seat a very dressy looking young woman who seemed to

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