Beta Book

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"When you get through listening to that man--he talks like a bar
of soap--tell me what there is on this bill of fare that's safe
to eat," snorted Theresa.
"I thought he was real funny," insisted Mr. Wrenn.... "I'm sure
you'll like _shish kebab_ and s--"
"_Shish kibub!_ Who ever heard of such a thing! Haven't they
any--oh, I thought they'd have stuff they call `Turkish Delight'
and things like that."
"`Turkish Delights' is cigarettes, I think."
"Well, I know it isn't, because I read about it in a story in a
magazine. And they were eating it. On the terrace.... What is
that _shish kibub_?"
"_Kebab_.... It's lamb roasted on skewers. I know you'll like it."
"Well, I'm not going to trust any heathens to cook my meat.
I'll take some eggs and some of that--what was it the idiot was
talking about--_berma_?"
"_Bourma_.... That's awful nice. With honey. And do try some
of the stuffed peppers and rice."
"All right," said Theresa, gloomily.
Somehow Mr. Wrenn wasn't vastly transformed even by the
possession of the two thousand dollars her mother had reported.


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