""You've dyed your hair since then," remarked

t<a title="he man with disappoin" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%97%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%82%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%86%97%ec%9c%a0%ec%84%b1%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">he man with disap</a><br>pointmentin his voice. "It's more of an airedale." He passed his hand over thebrown wash-rag of a back. "Look at that coat. Some coat. That's a dogthat'll never bother you with catch<a title="ing cold.""I think it" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9d%84pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%93%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%87%eb%82%a8%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">ing cold.""I think i</a><br>t's cute," said Mrs. Wilson enthusiastically. "How much is it?""That dog?" He looked at it admiringly. "That dog will cost you tendollars."The airedale--undoubtedly there was an a<a title="iredale concerned" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%8f%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+%ec%9c%a0%ec%84%b1%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">iredale concerned in </a>it somewherethough its feet were startlingly white--changed hands and settled downinto Mrs. Wilson's lap, where she fondled the weather-proof coat withrapture."Is it a boy or a g<br><a title="irl?" she ask" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%82pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%82%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%8b%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">irl?" she asked</a><br> delicately."That dog? That dog's a boy.""It's a bitch," said Tom decisively. "Here's your money. Go and buy tenmore dogs with it."We drove over to Fifth Avenue, so warm and soft, almo<a title="st pastoral, on the" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9d%87www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%93%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%8f%ec%88%98%ec%98%81%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">st pastoral, on the</a><br>summer Sunday afternoon that I wouldn't have been surprised to see a greatflock of white sheep turn the corner."Hold on," I said, "I have to leave you here.""No, you don't," interp<a title="osed Tom quickly" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%86%97www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%82%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+%ed%8c%8c%ec%a3%bc%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">osed Tom quickly. "My</a>rtle'll be hurt if you don't come up to the apartment. Won't you,Myrtle?""Come on," she urged. "I'll telephone my sister Catherine. She's said tobe very beautiful by people who o<br><a title="ught to know.""Well, I'd" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%9d%a4pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%82%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%93%ea%b4%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">ught to know.""We</a><br>ll, I'd like to, but----"We went on, cutting back again over the Park toward the West Hundreds.At 158th Street the cab stopped at one slice in a long white cake ofapartment houses. T<a title="hrowing a regal homecom" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%97%86pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%b2%9c%ed%98%b8%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1+%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">hrowing a regal ho</a><br>mecoming glance around theneighborhood, Mrs. Wilson gathered up her dog and her other purchasesand went haughtily in."I'm going to have the McKees come up," she announced as we rose<br><a title=" in theelevato" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%99%8fpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%80%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9d%84%ec%88%98%ec%98%81%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> in theelevator. "An</a><br>d of course I got to call up my sister, too."The apartment was on the top floor--a small living room, a smalldining room, a small bedroom and a bath. The living room was crowded t<a title="othe doors with a " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%85%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87%ec%a2%85%eb%a1%9c%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">othe doors with a s</a><br>et of tapestried furniture entirely too large for itso that to move about was to stumble continually over scenes ofladies swinging in the gardens of Versailles. The only picture wa<br><a title="san over-enlarged phot" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%97%86pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%84%eb%8f%99%eb%8c%80%eb%ac%b8%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">san over-enlarg</a><br>ed photograph, apparently a hen sitting on a blurredrock. Looked at from a distance however the hen resolved itselfinto a bonnet and the countenance of a stout old lady beamed downinto<a title=" the room. Se" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%93www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%93%ec%84%b1%ec%88%98%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%9c%ec%96%91%ec%b2%9c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> the room. Sever</a>al old copies of "Town Tattle "lay on the tabletogether with a copy of "Simon Called Peter" and some of the smallscandal magazines of Broadway. Mrs. Wilson was first concerned withthe<br><a title=" dog. A reluctant ele" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%9c%8fpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%86%97%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%86%97%ec%86%a1%ed%83%84%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank"> dog. A reluc</a><br>tant elevator boy went for a box full of straw andsome milk to which he added on his own initiative a tin of largehard dog biscuits--one of which decomposed apathetically in the saucerof<a title=" milk all aft" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%97%86%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%9e%8a%ec%95%88%ec%82%b0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> milk all afterno</a>on. Meanwhile Tom brought out a bottle of whiskeyfrom a locked bureau door.I have been drunk just twice in my life and the second time was thatafternoon so everything that happened h<br><a title="as a dim hazy cast ove" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%82www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9c%8f%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%99%a5%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">as a dim haz</a>y cast over italthough until after eight o'clock the apartment was full of cheerfulsun. Sitting on Tom's lap Mrs. Wilson called up several people on thetelephone; then there were no cigar<br><a title="ettes and I wen" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%93www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%93%ec%84%b1%ec%88%98%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%9c%ec%96%91%ec%b2%9c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ettes and I went </a>out to buy some atthe drug store on the corner. When I came back they had disappeared soI sat down discreetly in the living room and read a chapter of "SimonCalled Peter"--either it <br><a title="was terrible stuff or " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%98%85www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9e%8a%ea%b8%88%ed%98%b8%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%97%80%ec%98%a4%ec%82%b0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">was terrible stuff </a>or the whiskey distortedthings because it didn't make any sense to me.Just as Tom and Myrtle--after the first drink Mrs. Wilson and I calledeach other by our first names--reappeare<br><a title="d, company c" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%9c%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%85%ed%8f%89%ed%83%9d%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">d, company com</a>menced to arriveat the apartment door.The sister, Catherine, was a slender, worldly girl of about thirtywith a solid sticky bob of red hair and a complexion powdered milkywhite. Her eye<a title="brows had been " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%99%8bpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%80%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%80%eb%a7%88%ed%8f%ac%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">brows had been plucked a</a>nd then drawn on again at a morerakish angle but the efforts of nature toward the restoration of theold alignment gave a blurred air to her face. When she moved aboutthere was<a title=" an incessan" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%8f%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+%ec%84%b1%eb%8f%99%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> an incessant click</a>ing as innumerable pottery braceletsjingled up and down upon her arms. She came in with such a proprietaryhaste and looked around so possessively at the furniture that I wonderedif<a title=" she lived here. But wh" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9e%8awww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%86%97%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%98%9c%ec%98%81%eb%93%b1%ed%8f%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank"> she lived here. But </a><br>when I asked her she laughed immoderately, repeatedmy question aloud and told me she lived with a girl friend at a hotel.Mr. McKee was a pale feminine man from the flat below. He<a title=" had justshaved for" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9d%84pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%93%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%87%eb%82%a8%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank"> had justshaved f</a><br>or there was a white spot of lather on his cheekbone and hewas most respectful in his greeting to everyone in the room. Heinformed me that he was in the "artistic game" and I gathere<br><a title="d laterthat h" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%80pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4+%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90+%ec%9d%b8%ec%b2%9c%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">d laterthat </a>he was a photographer and had made the dim enlargement of Mrs.Wilson's mother which hovered like an ectoplasm on the wall. His wifewas shrill, languid, handsome and horrible. She told me <a title="with prid