| CHAPTER 34 | CHAPTUR 34 |
| Arthur remained at the gate while Ruth climbed Maria's front steps. She heard the rapid click of the type-writer, and when Martin let her in, found him on the last page of a manuscript. She had come to make certain whether or not he would be at their table for Thanksgiving dinner; but before she could broach the subject Martin plunged into the one with which he was full. | Orthur rimaend at dhu gaet whiel Rooth kliembd Muryu'z frunt steps. Shy hurd dhu rapud klik uv dhu tiep-rietur, and when Mortun let hur in, found him on dhu last paej uv u manyuskript. Shy had kum too maek surtun whedhur aur not hy wwd by at dher taebul faur Thangksgiving dinur; but bifaur shy kwd broech dhu subjikt Mortun plunjd intoo dhu wun with which hy wuz fwl. |
| "Here, let me read you this," he cried, separating the carbon copies and running the pages of manuscript into shape. "It's my latest, and different from anything I've done. It is so altogether different that I am almost afraid of it, and yet I've a sneaking idea it is good. You be judge. It's an Hawaiian story. I've called it 'Wiki-wiki.'" | "Hir, let my ryd ue dhis," hy kried, sepuraeting dhu korbun kopyz and runing dhu paejuz uv manyuskript intoo shaep. "It's mie laetust, and difurunt frum enything Ie'v dun. It iz soe aultugedhur difurunt dhat Ie am aulmoest ufraed uv it, and yet Ie'v u snyking iedyu it iz gwd. Ue by juj. It's u Huwiun staury. Ie'v kauld it 'Wiky-wiky."' |
| His face was bright with the creative glow, though she shivered in the cold room and had been struck by the coldness of his hands at greeting. She listened closely while he read, and though he from time to time had seen only disapprobation in her face, at the close he asked:- | Hiz faes wuz briet with dhu kryaetiv gloe, dhoe shy shivurd in dhu koeld room and had bin struk bie dhu koeldnus uv hiz handz at gryting. Shy lisund kloesly whiel hy red, and dhoe hy frum tiem too tiem had syn oenly disaprubaeshun in hur faes, at dhu kloez hy askd:- |
| "Frankly, what do you think of it?" | "Frangkly, whot doo ue thingk uv it?" |
| "I—I don't know," she, answered. "Will it—do you think it will sell?" | "Ie—Ie doent noe," shy ansurd. "Wil it—doo ue thingk it wil sel?" |
| "I'm afraid not," was the confession. "It's too strong for the magazines. But it's true, on my word it's true." | "Ie'm ufraed not," wuz dhu kunfeshun. "It's too strong faur dhu maguzynz. But it's troo, on mie wurd it's troo." |
| "But why do you persist in writing such things when you know they won't sell?" she went on inexorably. "The reason for your writing is to make a living, isn't it?" | "But whie doo ue pursist in rieting such thingz when ue noe dhae woent sel?" shy went on ineksurubly. "Dhu ryzun faur yaur rieting iz too maek u living, izn't it?" |
| "Yes, that's right; but the miserable story got away with me. I couldn't help writing it. It demanded to be written." | "Yes, dhat's riet; but dhu mizurubul staury got uwae with my. Ie kwdn't help rieting it. It dimandud too by ritun." |
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