Excerpt: ...and fiddled with the string of the electric light. There was a hatpin lying on the table. She picked it up, and began to dig at the red plush. 'Ah, come on sis, ' I said; 'tell me all about it.' 'I don't know what you mean.' 'You can't fool me. Tell me your troubles.' 'I don't know you.' 'You don't have to know a person to tell her ...Read MoreExcerpt: ...and fiddled with the string of the electric light. There was a hatpin lying on the table. She picked it up, and began to dig at the red plush. 'Ah, come on sis, ' I said; 'tell me all about it.' 'I don't know what you mean.' 'You can't fool me. Tell me your troubles.' 'I don't know you.' 'You don't have to know a person to tell her your troubles. I sometimes tell mine to the cat that camps out on the wall opposite my room. What did you want to leave the country for, with summer coming on?' She didn't answer, but I could see it coming, so I sat still and waited. And presently she seemed to make up her mind that, even if it was no business of mine, it would be a relief to talk about it. 'We're on our honeymoon. Charlie wanted to come to New York. I didn't want to, but he was set on it. He's been here before.' 'So he told me.' 'He's wild about New York.' 'But you're not.' 'I hate it.' 'Why?' She dug away at the red plush with the hatpin, picking out little bits and dropping them over the edge. I could see she was bracing herself to put me wise to the whole trouble. There's a time comes when things aren't going right, and you've had all you can stand, when you have got to tell somebody about it, no matter who it is. 'I hate New York, ' she said getting it out at last with a rush. 'I'm scared of it. It-it isn't fair Charlie bringing me here. I didn't want to come. I knew what would happen. I felt it all along.' 'What do you think will happen, then?' She must have picked away at least an inch of the red plush before she answered. It's lucky Jimmy, the balcony waiter, didn't see her; it would have broken his heart; he's as proud of that red plush as if he had paid for it himself. 'When I first went to live at Rodney, ' she said, 'two years ago-we moved there from Illinois-there was a man there named Tyson-Jack Tyson. He lived all alone and didn't seem to want to know anyone. I couldn't understand it till somebody told me all about him. I can understand...Read Less
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