Category: Humour
On a Pittsburgh block, where three generations ago might have been heard Indian war-whoops--yes, and the next generation wore hoops, too--a girl child stood, in evident relief, far below the murky gray of the Pittsburgh sky.
“You can spread yourself on the feast, François,” she said, “have any old menu you like so long as it's edible and enough of it. But especially I want you to make for me one hun...
9. Chapter 9Lotta Munn ran in occasionally. She was of the anecdotal type. The stories she told made one gasp. They were always prefaced by an “Oh, my dear, I can't tell you _that_ one--it'...
6. Chapter 6A French thing--so slim she seemed nothing but a spine, but supplied with slender, talkative arms and a pair of delicate silk legs that displayed more or less of themselves as t...
5. Chapter 5Warble found herself in a white and gold salon, so vast, that she felt like a goldfish out of water. The place looked as if Joseph Urban had designed it after he had died and go...
12. Chapter 12His nose startled her. It was like an alligator pear--and his complexion was like those cactus fruits that likewise infest fancy grocers' shops. A visitor from the South Sea Isl...
2. Chapter 2The Petticoats were one of the oldest and pride-fullest of New England families. So that settles the status of the Petticoats. A couple of them came over in the _Mayflower_, wit...
8. Chapter 8The Restless Sexteen was the record altitude of Butterfly Center. It was the elect and select of the intellect; it was the whole show--the very Wholly of Whollies. To belong to...
11. Chapter 11“You're a tuppenny, ha'penny chit, with eyes like two holes burnt in a blanket, and a nose Mr. Micawber might have waited for, but you'll do. You get everything you want, withou...
3. Chapter 3Among the rolling stock of a great railroad, a moving mass of steel. A soft sludge as it came noiselessly to rest beneath the glazed chintz awnings of the Butterfly Center station.
13. Chapter 13“Sure they are. They don't live with their husbands all the time--they're pretty modern, you know. They have separate establishments, but they're friendly, pally, and even a hea...
4. Chapter 4“Avery Goodman--the rector of St. Judas' church. He will eat terrapin made out of--you know what. And so, he's all tied up in knots with ptomaine poisoning and I've got to strai...
1. Chapter 1On a Pittsburgh block, where three generations ago might have been heard Indian war-whoops--yes, and the next generation wore hoops, too--a girl child stood, in evident relief,...
10. Chapter 10She tapped but there was no answer. Listening at the door, she could hear him splashing in his rock-hewn bath and leaping, chamois-like, from crag to crag of his quarried bathroom.