And, Dee Dee--when I think of Dee Dee."
"Don't think, Peachy; that's the way to get around that."
"I--I can't help it. You ought to seen her at the doctor's this
morning, how--how the poor thing lost her nerve when he told her that
there--there wasn't no hope."
"Aw, now, cut the sob stuff, Peachy! You can't help it. Nobody can,
that's the trouble. Say, what kind of a little queen will they think you
are if I bring you home all soppy with crying?"
"I ought not to have come, Jerry. I'm no kind of company to-day, only
all of a sudden she's got so--so soft with me and she made me come while
she--she tried to take a nap. Poor old Dee Dee!"
"Yeh, and poor old devil. Maybe she's just getting what's due to her."
"Jerry!"
"Sure, I believe every one of us gets what's coming to us."
"She--"
"Here we are, Tootsie. See, Peachy, that's the house I bought her and
her mother, and they was kicking at it before the plaster was dry."
"Oh! Oh!"
"That's a concrete front. Neat, ain't it? That's a mosaic-floor porch,
too, I built on a year after her and her mother vamoosed."
"It's a beau-tiful house, Jerry."
"You're the land of a kid that knows how to appreciate a home when she
gets it.
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