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Uncle Wiggly in Connecticut
MaryJanethrewbackherheadandroared."Marvellous,"shesaid,comingbackintodrinkingposition.
"Gimmeyourglass,"Eloisesaid,swingingherstockingedfeettothefloorandstandingup."Honestly,thatdope.IdideverythingbutgetLewtomakelovetohertogethertocomeoutherewithus.NowI’msorryI—Where’dyougetthatthing?"
"This?"saidMaryJane,touchingacameobroochatherthroat."Ihaditatschool,forgoodnesssake.ItwasMother’s."
"God,"Eloisesaid,withtheemptyglassesinherhands."Idon’thaveonedamnthingholytowear.IfLew’smothereverdies—ha,ha—she’llprobablyleavemesomeoldmonogrammedicepickorsomething."
"How’reyougettingalongwithherthesedays,anyway?"
"Don’tbefunny,"Eloisesaidonherwaytothekitchen.
"Thisispositivelythelastoneforme!"MaryJanecalledafterher.
"Likehellitis.Whocalledwho?Andwhocametwohourslate?You’regonnastickaroundtillI’msickofyou.Thehellwithyourlousycareer."
MaryJanethrewbackherheadandroaredagain,butEloisehadalreadygoneintothekitchen.
Withlittleornowherewithalforbeingleftaloneinaroom,MaryJanestoodupandwalkedovertothewindow.Shedrewasidethecurtainandleanedherwristononeofthecrosspiecesbetweenpanes,but,feelinggrit,sheremovedit,rubbeditcleanwithherotherhand,andstoodupmoreerectly.Outside,thefilthyslushwasvisiblyturningtoice.
