"I always say I can see where Lester gets his comical ways. Like his uncle,
that boy keeps us all laughing."
"Gad! look at her blush! I know women your age would give fifty dollars a
blush to do it that way."
She was looking away again, shoulders heaving to silent laughter, the blush
still stinging.
"It's been so--so long, Mr. Haas, since I had compliments made to me. You
make me feel so--silly."
"I know it, you nice, fine woman, you; and it's a darn shame!"
"Mr.--Haas!"
"I mean it. I hate to see a fine woman not get her dues. Anyways, when
she's the finest woman of them all!"
"I--the woman that lives to see a day like this--her daughter the happiest
girl in the world, with the finest boy in the world--is getting her dues,
all right, Mr. Haas."
"She's a fine girl, but she ain't worth her mother's little finger-nail."
"Mr.--Haas!"
"No, sir-ree!"
"I must be going now, Mr. Haas. My mother--"
"That's right. The minute a man tries to break the ice with this little
lady, it's a freeze-out. Now what did I say so bad? In business, too. Never
seen the like. It's like trying to swat a fly to come down on you at the
right minute.
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