The Actress Page #2

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Ruth, did you get the

flour from the market?

You got a backus

grocery bill this month?

Uh... yes, i did.

One or two

little items...

it beats the dutch.

I don't understand it.

Every two weeks, we get

a shipment of groceries

from boston

from s. s. Purse.

Every saturday, i

bring home the vegetables

and the meat from

faneuil hall market.

Friday, i get a fish

at the t. Wharf,

and yet every month,

we got that measly

backus grocery bill!

Can't tell exactly

absolutely

two weeks ahead

just what i'm

going to be needing

for the next

two weeks to come.

What?

I just don't know what

we're going to need

for the next

two weeks to come.

It beats the dutch

why you can't.

A cook on a ship

can do it.

If you're laying out

in the straits of singapore

and you want a can of lard,

there's just

two things you can do.

You can have it with you

or do without.

I know it, clinton.

Don't think i don't.

We got to sit around

and watch

old backus' whole pie-faced

family riding around

in a two-seated carriage

every sunday.

Well, where is it?

Get it out.

You know it won't get paid

by just regretting it.

What's this... butter?

I thought she was

going to go up

and get that stuff

that the farmer

brings into brigham's

every week.

The brighams live

way up on prospect.

Climbing up

that hill and all,

ruth says

it hurts her back.

Climbs up the hill

when she goes coasting.

Carrying butter

tires her out.

But we don't take

but 3 pounds a week.

Now, clinton,

you know yourself,

she's just

at the growing age.

Lazy as a louse.

That's what she is.

How old is she,

anyway? 14? 15?

I'm 17, papa.

17? At your age, i had

nine years before the mast,

two of them

under a ma...

what's the cat's meat?

That the steak we had

last night?

Of course not.

That was called

louisiana steak.

It was a receipt i got out

of the boston globe,

and you ate it

like you liked it.

So good, why didn't you

give some of it to the cat?

He have to have

special cat's meat?

It's good enough for me,

it's good enough for him.

No. You've

got it all wrong.

What's good enough for me

ain't good enough for him?

I'll kick that cat from here

to gibraltar and back!

Oh, clinton,

you're so hasty.

The day i got

the cat meat

was the day

we had baked beans.

There wasn't anything

else left in the house.

You can't feed

a dumb animal beans.

I don't know

what's so dumb about him.

Don't do no work,

got a fair-to-middling

place to live,

upwards of 3 to 40

square meals a day.

I wish to jiggers

i was a cat!

What was we doing

with four tangerines?

Well, now, clinton,

the child took one a day

to high school

in her box of lunch.

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