At the end of the week Delia proudly threw $ 15 on their small table. 'Sometimes,' she said in a tired voice, 'I find Clementina a little difficult. I have to tell her the same things so often. But general Pinkney is the sweetest old man. I wish you could meet him, Joe. He comes in sometimes when I am with Clementina at the piano, and stands there pulling his white beard."And how is the music today?" he always asks.'
And then Joe proudly drew $18 out of his pocket, and laid them beside Delia's fifteen.
I sold a picture, Delia, to a fat old man from Peoria. He saw the picture in Tinkle's window and liked it. And he wants another to take back with him.'
'I'm so glad, dear,’ said Delia.$33! We’ve never had so much money before!.
On the next Saturday evening Joe got home first. He put his $18 on the table and washed what seemed to be a lot of dark paint from his hands. Half an hour later Delia arrived, with her right hand tied up in all sorts of bandages.
‘What’s this?’ asked Joe anxiously, after he had kissed her.
Delia tried to laugh. ‘Oh, Clementina is such a strange girl! She wanted a Welsh rarebit after her lesson. But she was so nervous, and she was hurrying so much that she spilt a lot of boiling hot cheese over my hand and wrist. Is hurt terribly, Joe. And the dear girl was so sorry. Poor General Pinkney nearly went mad! He ran downstairs and sent somebody—the boiler-man, I think—out to get bandages. It doesn’t hurt so much now.’
‘What’s this?’ asked Joe, said Delia, ‘that has oil on it.’ She saw Joe’s money on the table. ‘Oh, Joe, did you sell another painting to the man from Peoria?’
‘I certainly did,’ said Joe. ‘What time this afternoon did you burn your hand, Delia?’
‘Five o’clock, I think,’ said Delia. The iron—I mean, the Welsh rarebit—came off the fire about that time. You ought to have seen General Pinkney, Joe, when—‘
At the end of the week Delia proudly threw $ 15 on their small table. 'Sometimes,' she said in a tired voice, 'I find Clementina a little difficult. I have to tell her the same things so often. But general Pinkney is the sweetest old man. I wish you could meet him, Joe. He comes in sometimes when I am with Clementina at the piano, and stands there pulling his white beard."And how is the music today?" he always asks.'And then Joe proudly drew $18 out of his pocket, and laid them beside Delia's fifteen. I sold a picture, Delia, to a fat old man from Peoria. He saw the picture in Tinkle's window and liked it. And he wants another to take back with him.' 'I'm so glad, dear,’ said Delia.$33! We’ve never had so much money before!.On the next Saturday evening Joe got home first. He put his $18 on the table and washed what seemed to be a lot of dark paint from his hands. Half an hour later Delia arrived, with her right hand tied up in all sorts of bandages.‘What’s this?’ asked Joe anxiously, after he had kissed her.Delia tried to laugh. ‘Oh, Clementina is such a strange girl! She wanted a Welsh rarebit after her lesson. But she was so nervous, and she was hurrying so much that she spilt a lot of boiling hot cheese over my hand and wrist. Is hurt terribly, Joe. And the dear girl was so sorry. Poor General Pinkney nearly went mad! He ran downstairs and sent somebody—the boiler-man, I think—out to get bandages. It doesn’t hurt so much now.’‘What’s this?’ asked Joe, said Delia, ‘that has oil on it.’ She saw Joe’s money on the table. ‘Oh, Joe, did you sell another painting to the man from Peoria?’‘I certainly did,’ said Joe. ‘What time this afternoon did you burn your hand, Delia?’‘Five o’clock, I think,’ said Delia. The iron—I mean, the Welsh rarebit—came off the fire about that time. You ought to have seen General Pinkney, Joe, when—‘
การแปล กรุณารอสักครู่..