"
The boy turned in at a door at last. He flashed on the lights, set
the bags on a bag-rack, hung up the coats, opened a window, adjusted
the shade, lighted the lights in Kedzie's room, opened her window,
adjusted the shade, and asked if there were anything else.
Adna knew what the little villain meant, but he knew what was
expected, and he said, sternly, "Ice-water."
"Right here, sir," said the boy, and indicated in the bathroom
a special faucet marked "Drinking Water."
This startled even Adna so much that it shook a dime out of him.
The boy sighed and went away. Kedzie surprised his eye as he left.
It plainly found no fault with her.
Here in seclusion Mrs. Thropp dared to exclaim at the wonders of
modern invention. Kedzie was enfranchised and began to jump and
squeal at the almost suffocating majesty. Adna took to himself
the credit for everything.
"Well, momma, here we are in New York at last. Here we are, daughter.
You got your wish."
Kedzie nearly broke his neck with her hug, and called him the best
father that ever was. And she meant it at the moment, for the moment.
Mrs. Thropp was already making herself at home, loosening her
waistband and her corset-laces.
Adna made himself at home, too--that is, he took off his coat and
collar and shoes. But Kedzie could not waste her time on comfort
while there was so much ecstasy to be had.
She went to the window, shoved the sash high, and--discovered
New York.
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