We Can't Have Everything

was sick, too, and blamed Kedzie for the scene

ff that floor this

athered her body together and lifted it up to its knees

id thing. She took up the valise her father gave her and followed her mother out, pausing to pass her eyes about the

n crying, but what was one shame extra? She had no pr

aid the blood-money with a grin of hate. Then he gathered up his women and his other baggage an

reet. Crossing Vanderbilt Avenue was a problem for village

nd die. Adna dared neither to go nor to stay. Suddenly a chauffeur of an empty limousine, fearing to lose a chance to swear

from the other. Kedzie carried a third valise. Her better t

oose between dropping his valise or his wif

the Grand Central Terminal. He looked about for Kedzie. She was not to be seen. Adna saw the taxicab p

ie?" Mrs. Thr

uplifted hand. Adna ran to him. Mrs

bag and beat it for the

way'd s

f in the crowd,"

ut of her wits,"

was smilin' when I yelled at her.

?" Mrs. Th

t after her, but I w

k, while the impatient chauffeurs squawked their horns in angry protest, and

the traffic to proceed, and beckoned to a patrolman. "Tell your t

ropp's back and said they'd find the kid easy, not to distoib herself. He told the fathe

fty desk took down names and notes and minute descriptions of Kedzie and her costume. He told the two babes in

husiasm that the sympathy of everybody went out to him. Everybody included a number of r

ever dreamed that the girl would run away. If she had have, she wou

ife went thither, where they told a shabby and sentimental landlady all their troubles. She reassured them as best she could, and made a cup of tea for Mrs. Thropp and

a dearth of big local news also. So the morning papers all gave Kedzie Thropp the hospitality of their head-lines. The illu

ey gave the dialogue of the Thropps in many version

asis to the historic fact that

y for such a deed. They visited the walrus in his den. But there was no word of Kedzie Thropp. The sea of people had opened and swallowed the litt