"
"What's all this junk in this barrel?"
"Them's kitchen utensils, honey."
"Kitchen what?"
"Kitchen things that you don't know nothing about except to eat good things
out of."
"What's this?"
"Don't bend it! That's a celery-brush. Ain't it cute?"
"A celery-brush! Why didn't you get it a comb, too?"
"Aw, now, honey-bee, don't go trying to be funny and picking through these
things you don't know nothing about! They're just cute things I'm going to
cook something grand suppers in, for my something awful bad boy."
He leaned down to kiss her at that. "Gee!"
She was standing, her shoulder to him and head thrown back against his
chest. She looked up to stroke his cheek, her face foreshortened.
"I'm all black and blue pinching myself, Jimmie."
"Me too."
"Every night when I get home from working here in the flat I say to
myself in the looking-glass, I say, 'Gertie Slayback, what if you're only
dreamin'?'"
"Me too."
"I say to myself, 'Are you sure that darling flat up there, with the new
pink-and-white wall-paper and the furniture arriving every day, is going to
be yours in a few days when you're Mrs.
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