Yer ears are as clean as hers," and Pearlie stood back
and took a critical view of Danny's ears front and back.
"Chockaluts?" asked Danny to be sure that he hadn't been
mistaken.
"Yes," went on Pearlie to keep him still while she fixed
his shock of red hair into stubborn little curls, and
she told again with ever growing enthusiasm the story of
the pink lady, and the wonderful things she had in the
box tied up with store string.
At last Danny was completed and stood on a chair for
inspection. But here a digression from the main issue
occurred, for Bugsey had grown tired of his temporary
confinement and complained that Patsey had not contributed
one thing to Danny's wardrobe while he had had to give
up both his stockings and his pants.
Pearlie stopped in the work of combing her own hair to
see what could be done.
"Patsey, where's your gum?" she asked. "Git it for me
this minute," and Patsey went to the "fallen leaf" of
the table and found it on the inside where he had put it
for safe keeping.
"Now you give that to Bugsey," she said, "and that'll
make it kind o' even though it does look as if you wuz
gettin' off pretty light."
Pearlie struggled with her hair to make it lie down and
"act dacint," but the image that looked back at her from
the cracked glass was not encouraging, even after making
allowance for the crack, but she comforted herself by
saying, "Sure it's Danny she wants to see, and she won't
be lookin' much at me anyway.
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