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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343781" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Grocery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hullo, Alice!'<br>'Hullo, Leon!'<br>'Say, Alice, gi' me a couple<br>O' them two for five cigars,<br>Will yer?'<br>'Where's your nickel?'<br>'My! Ain't you close!<br>Can't trust a feller, can yer.'<br>'Trust you! Why<br>What you owe this store<br>Would set you up in business.<br>I can't think why Father 'lows it.'<br>'Yer Father's a sight more neighbourly<br>Than you be. That's a fact.<br>Besides, he knows I got a vote.'<br>'A vote! Oh, yes, you got a vote!<br>A lot o' good the Senate'll be to Father<br>When all his bank account<br>Has run away in credits.<br>There's your cigars,<br>If you can relish smokin'<br>With all you owe us standin'.'<br>'I dunno as that makes 'em taste any diff'rent.<br>You ain't fair to me, Alice, 'deed you ain't.<br>I work when anythin's doin'.<br>I'll get a carpenterin' job next Summer sure.<br>Cleve was tellin' me to-day he'd take me on come Spring.'<br>'Come Spring, and this December!<br>I've no patience with you, Leon,<br>Shilly-shallyin' the way you do.<br>Here, lift over them crates o' oranges<br>I wanter fix 'em in the winder.'<br>'It riles yer, don't it, me not havin' work.<br>You pepper up about it somethin' good.<br>You pick an' pick, and that don't help a mite.<br>Say, Alice, do come in out o' that winder.<br>Th' oranges c'n wait,<br>An' I don't like talkin' to yer back.'<br>'Don't you! Well, you'd better make the best o' what <br>you can git.<br>Maybe you won't have my back to talk to soon.<br>They look good in pyramids with the 'lectric light on 'em,<br>Don't they?<br>Now hand me them bananas<br>An' I'll string 'em right acrost.'<br>'What do yer mean<br>'Bout me not havin' you to talk to?<br>Are yer springin' somethin' on me?'<br>'I don't know 'bout springin'<br>When I'm tellin' you right out.<br>I'm goin' away, that's all.'<br>'Where? Why?<br>What yer mean - goin' away?'<br>'I've took a place<br>Down to Boston, in a candy store<br>For the holidays.'<br>'Good Land, Alice,<br>What in the Heavens fer!'<br>'To earn some money,<br>And to git away from here, I guess.'<br>'Ain't yer Father got enough?<br>Don't he give yer proper pocket-money?'<br>'He'd have a plenty, if you folks paid him.'<br>'He's rich I tell yer.<br>I never figured he'd be close with you.'<br>'Oh, he ain't. Not close.<br>That ain't why.<br>But I must git away from here.<br>I must! I must!'<br>'You got a lot o' reason in yer<br>To-night.<br>How long d' you cal'late<br>You'll be gone?'<br>'Maybe for always.'<br>'What ails yer, Alice?<br>Talkin' wild like that.<br>Ain't you an' me goin' to be married<br>Some day.'<br>'Some day! Some day!<br>I guess the sun'll never rise on some day.'<br>'So that's the trouble.<br>Same old story.<br>'Cause I ain't got the cash to settle right now.<br>You know I love yer,<br>An' I'll marry yer as soon<br>As I c'n raise the money.'<br>'You've said that any time these five year,<br>But you don't do nothin'.'<br>'Wot could I do?<br>Ther ain't no work here Winters.<br>Not fer a carpenter, ther ain't.'<br>'I guess you warn't born a carpenter.<br>Ther's ice-cuttin' a plenty.'<br>'I got a dret'ful tender throat;<br>Dr. Smiles he told me<br>I mustn't resk ice-cuttin'.'<br>'Why haven't you gone to Boston,<br>And hunted up a job?'<br>'Have yer forgot the time I went expressin'<br>In the American office, down ther?'<br>'And come back two weeks later!<br>No, I ain't.'<br>'You didn't want I should git hurted,<br>Did yer?<br>I'm a sight too light fer all that liftin' work.<br>My back was commencin' to strain, as 'twas.<br>Ef I was like yer brother now,<br>I'd ha' be'n down to the city long ago.<br>But I'm too clumsy fer a dancer.<br>I ain't got Arthur's luck.'<br>'Do you call it luck to be a disgrace to your folks,<br>And git locked up in jail!'<br>'Oh, come now, Alice,<br>`Disgrace' is a mite strong.<br>Why, the jail was a joke.<br>Art's all right.'<br>'All right!<br>All right to dance, and smirk, and lie<br>For a livin',<br>And then in the end<br>Lead a silly girl to give you<br>What warn't hers to give<br>By pretendin' you'd marry her -<br>And she a pupil.'<br>'He'd ha' married her right enough,<br>Her folks was millionaires.'<br>'Yes, he'd ha' married her!<br>Thank God, they saved her that.'<br>'Art's a fine feller.<br>I wish I had his luck.<br>Swellin' round in Hart, Schaffner & Marx fancy suits,<br>And eatin' in rest'rants.<br>But somebody's got to stick to the old place,<br>Else Foxfield'd have to shut up shop,<br>Hey, Alice?'<br>'You admire him!<br>You admire Arthur!<br>You'd be like him only you can't dance.<br>Oh, Shame! Shame!<br>And I've been like that silly girl.<br>Fooled with your promises,<br>And I give you all I had.<br>I knew it, oh, I knew it,<br>But I wanted to git away 'fore I proved it.<br>You've shamed me through and through.<br>Why couldn't you hold your tongue,<br>And spared me seein' you<br>As you really are.'<br>'What the Devil's the row?<br>I only said Art was lucky.<br>What you spitfirin' at me fer?<br>Ferget it, Alice.<br>We've had good times, ain't we?<br>I'll see Cleve 'bout that job agin to-morrer,<br>And we'll be married 'fore hayin' time.'<br>'It's like you to remind me o' hayin' time.<br>I've good cause to love it, ain't I?<br>Many's the night I've hid my face in the dark<br>To shut out thinkin'!'<br>'Why, that ain't nothin'.<br>You ain't be'n half so kind to me<br>As lots o' fellers' girls.<br>Gi' me a kiss, Dear,<br>And let's make up.'<br>'Make up!<br>You poor fool.<br>Do you suppose I care a ten cent piece<br>For you now.<br>You've killed yourself for me.<br>Done it out o' your own mouth.<br>You've took away my home,<br>I hate the sight o' the place.<br>You're all over it,<br>Every stick an' stone means you,<br>An' I hate 'em all.'<br>'Alice, I say,<br>Don't go on like that.<br>I can't marry yer<br>Boardin' in one room,<br>But I'll see Cleve to-morrer,<br>I'll make him --'<br>'Oh, you fool!<br>You terrible fool!'<br>'Alice, don't go yit,<br>Wait a minit,<br>I'll see Cleve --'<br>'You terrible fool!'<br>'Alice, don't go.<br>Alice --' (Door slams)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Lowell">Amy Lowell</a><div class=q>
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'Hullo, Leon!'
'Say, Alice, gi' me a couple
O' them two for five cigars,
Will yer?'
'Where's your nickel?'
'My! Ain't you close!
Can't trust a feller, can yer.'
'Trust you! Why
What you owe this store
Would set you up in business.
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