Финансист

Chapter IV

           

           Hewentoutintothedining-room,wherehismotherwas,andslippinghisarmsaroundherlittlebody,said:"Whatdoyouthink,Mammy?"

           "Well,what?"sheasked,lookingaffectionatelyintohiseyes.

           "Igotfivehundreddollarsto-night,andIgetthirtyaweeknextyear.WhatdoyouwantforChristmas?"

           "Youdon’tsay!Isn’tthatnice!Isn’tthatfine!Theymustlikeyou.You’regettingtobequiteaman,aren’tyou?"

           "WhatdoyouwantforChristmas?"

           "Nothing.Idon’twantanything.Ihavemychildren."

           Hesmiled."Allright.Thennothingitis."

           Butsheknewhewouldbuyhersomething.

           Hewentout,pausingatthedoortograbplayfullyathissister’swaist,andsayingthathe’dbebackaboutmidnight,hurriedtoMarjorie’shouse,becausehehadpromisedtotakehertoashow.

           "AnythingyouwantforChristmasthisyear,Margy?"heasked,afterkissingherinthedimly-lightedhall."Igotfivehundredto-night."

           Shewasaninnocentlittlething,onlyfifteen,noguile,noshrewdness.

           "Oh,youneedn’tgetmeanything."

           "Needn’tI?"heasked,squeezingherwaistandkissinghermouthagain.

           Itwasfinetobegettingonthiswayintheworldandhavingsuchagoodtime.

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