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What's a traveling salesman's thigh? Shucks yourself! scoffed Zillah Forsyth.Did his mother hate me? Well, what do you think? With me who never even saw plumbing till I came down here, setting out to explain to her with twenty tiled bathrooms how to be hygienic though rich? Did his mother hate me? Well, what do you think? With her who bore him, her who bore him, mind you, kept waiting down stairs in the hospital ante room half an hour every day on the raw edge of a rattan chair waiting worrying all old and gray and scared while little young, perky, pink and white me is upstairs brushing her own son's hair and washing her own son's face and altogether getting her own son ready to cocktail recipe weenie see his own mother! And then me obliged to turn her out again in ten minutes, flip as you please, for fear she'd stayed too long, while I stay on the rest of the night? Did his mother hate me! Stealthily as an assassin she crept around the corner of the rocking chair and grabbed Zillah Forsyth by her astonished linen shoulder.A little carelessly, after the manner of people quite accustomed to priceless things, she proceeded now to roll the parchment into its smallest possible circumference, humming exclusively to herself all the while an intricate little air from an Italian opera.First of all, cocktail recipe weenie she reasoned it would fracture her skull.Having heard me coyly confess that I went into nursing because I had such a crush on this world, and Helene here brazenly affirm that she went into nursing because she had such a crush on the world to come, it's up to you now to confide to us just how you happened to take up so noble an endeavor! Had you seen some of the young house doctors' beautiful, smiling faces depicted in the hospital catalogue? Or was it for the sake of the Senior Surgeon's grim, gray mug that you jilted your poor plow boy lover way up in the Annapolis Valley? Why, Zillah! gasped the country girl.My face is all worn out trying to look like a Trained Nurse! Oh, Zillah, how do you know you were meant to be a Trained Nurse? How does anybody know? Oh, Zillah! Save me! Save me! Languorously Zillah Forsyth looked up from her cocktail recipe weenie work, and laughed.Why I tended soda fountain in the swellest drug store there a whole year before I even thought of taking up nursing.No you don't! cried cocktail recipe weenie Zillah now, as she saw the mystery threatening so meanly to escape her.It certainly is a good deal of a liberty when you stop to think about it.And he used cocktail recipe weenie to drop into the drug store, nights, after cigars and things.Naturally then of course it would splinter her spine.
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