Nina Wilcox Putnam

Nina Wilcox Putnam

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Portrait of Nina Wilcox Putnam Nina Wilcox Putnam Believe You Me!

The outdoors was something grand. The air was as good a cocktail as a person would want, and the lights along the boardwalk was coming out like dandelion blossoms. There was hardly anybody around—just a few here and there and the surf of that wide and cruel ocean which Jim was the other side of, was breaking close to the rail in big white ostrich plumes.
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Portrait of Nina Wilcox Putnam Nina Wilcox Putnam Believe You Me!

I says, taking notice and my head off Jim's shoulder.
"I'm going back to work," says Ma. "I'm not going to be dependent on you no longer," she says, "nor a burden in my old age," she says. "And now that you got Jim back I shall only be in the way, so good-by, Gawd bless you!"
"Why, Ma Gilligan!" I yells, jumping to my feet. "How you talk! Besides what on earth do you think you could do?"
"Oh, I got a job," she flashes, proudly. "I'm going back to the circus!"
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Portrait of Nina Wilcox Putnam Nina Wilcox Putnam Believe You Me!

But it is not my custom to sit back and talk things over too long. I have ever noticed that the person which talks too much seldom does a whole lot, and that a quick decision if wrong, at least learns you something, and you can start again on the right track. And no later than the next day after a funny, though good breakfast, of coffee and new bread with cinnamon and sugar baked into it and herrings in cream, I commenced to act.
"Ma, are you going to keep up this Bolshevist bull?"
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