"
"Why, child, you won't do anything of the sort. Ma hasn't got
a bit of kick coming. You've always been awful nice, far as I
can see." She smiled lavishly. "I went for a walk to-night....
I wish all those men wouldn't stare at a girl so. I'm sure I
don't see why they should stare at me."
Mr. Wrenn nodded, but that didn't seem to be the right comment,
so he shook his head, then looked frightfully embarrassed.
"I went by that Armenian restaurant you were telling me about,
Mr. Wrenn. Some time I believe I'll go dine there." Again she paused.
He said only, "Yes, it is a nice place."
Remarking to herself that there was no question about it,
after all, he _was_ a little fool, Theresa continued the siege.
"Do you dine there often?"
"Oh yes. It is a nice place."
"Could a lady go there?"
"Why, yes, I--"
"Yes!"
"I should think so," he finished.
"Oh!... I do get so awfully tired of the greasy stuff Ma and
Goaty dish up. They think a big stew that tastes like
dish-water is a dinner, and if they do have anything I like they
keep on having the same thing every day till I throw it in the
sink.
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