Law, how that girl
can sass!"
"Like my mother always says to me about sass, sass never gets a girl
nowheres."
"Indeed it don't! It's lost her more places than my other two, married
now, ever lost put together. You work in the Criterion?"
"Yes'm. Children's shoes."
"I bet you're not the kind of a girl to change places every week."
"No'm. Criterion is the only place I ever worked at. I started there as
Cash."
"I bet you give up at home out of your envelop."
"Yes'm."
"Father?"
"No'm. He was a night watchman and got shot on duty."
"Mother?"
"Yes'm."
"Brother?"
"No'm."
"Sister?"
"No'm."
"Only child, huh?"
"Yes'm."
Then Miss Cobb blew up in a state of breathless haste and bobbing of
curls.
"Eats, maw--eats! The crowd's thirsty--spittin' cotton. What's the idea?
My tongue's out. Eats! Quick, for Gawsakes--eats!"
Mrs. Cobb, wide and quivery of hip, retreated precipitately into the
slit of hallway. Almost immediately there were refreshments, carried in
on portentous black tin trays by a younger Cobb in pigtails and by Mrs.
Cobb, swayback from a great outheld array of tumblers and bottles.
A shout went up.
The tray of sandwiches, piled to an apex, scarcely endured one round of
passing.
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