Голод
Part I
Ladiescarriedtheirumbrellas,tobeonthesafeside,andthewoollencapsofthemenlookedlimpanddepressing.
Itookanotherturnacrossthemarketandlookedatthevegetablesandroses.Ifeelahandonmyshoulderandturnround—"Missy"bidsmegoodmorning!"Good-morning!"Isayinreturn,alittlequestioningly.Inevercaredparticularlyfor"Missy."
Helooksinquisitivelyatthelargebrand-newparcelundermyarm,andasks:
"Whathaveyougotthere?"
"Oh,IhavebeendowntoSembandgotsomeclothforasuit,"Ireply,inacarelesstone."Ididn’tthinkIcouldrubonanylonger;there’ssuchathingastreatingoneselftooshabbily."
Helooksatmewithanamazedstart.
"Bytheway,howareyougettingon?"Heasksitslowly.
"Oh,beyondallexpectation!"
"Thenyouhavegotsomethingtodonow?"
"Somethingtodo?"Ianswerandseemsurprised."Rather!Why,Iambook-keeperatChristensen’s—awholesalehouse."
"Oh,indeed!"heremarksanddrawsbackalittle.
"Well,GodknowsIamthefirsttobepleasedatyoursuccess.Ifonlyyoudon’tletpeoplebegthemoneyfromyouthatyouearn.Good-day!"
Asecondafterhewheelsroundandcomesbackand,pointingwithhiscanetomyparcel,says:
"Iwouldrecommendmytailortoyouforthesuitofclothes.
