Argosy All-Story Weekly, August 9, 1924 — page 125: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

By VIVIEN x O I look all right, Gran?” 1) ‘Taffy ” Thurston appeared in grandmother’s doorway, a military brush in either hand, vigorously straighten- ing the unruly mop of blond hair, which had earned him his nickname. Grandmother Thurston rose smiling, lean- ing on her gold-headed cane. “ Why, I think you look wonderful, Theodore. Why so anxious?” Taffy laid the brushes down, picked up his grandmother’s hand-glass, and frowning- ly viewed his back in the mirror. ‘‘ Doesn’t this coat shine somethin’ fierce?” he asked. “When I was brushing it, I was almost blinded by the glare from the elbows.” “Nonsense!” laughed his grandmother. “ Nobody’s going to ask you to hold your arms up like that.” Taffy smiled teasingly. ‘ That proves, my dear grandmother, that you aren’t used to strolling around New York much at night. I assure you, it’s a very ordinary —_— aS/hy CHANDLER request.” He gave another disgusted glance in the mirror. ‘‘ Doggone it! Whoever pressed these trousers, pressed ’em for a bow-legged man!” ““Oh, my dear! Aren’t they right? I pressed them myself! I ought to have known I couldn’t do it properly. Have I spoiled them?” “Not a bit of it.” Taffy gave her a reassuring hug. “It was just the way the light struck ’em, or the way I was standing, or something. They look fine.” ‘I know you’re just saying that to com- fort me,” said the little old lady, almost in tears, “‘ but we do seem to spend so much money, and I try to save a little, here and there.” “T know you do!” cried Taffy wrath- fully, “ and I don’t want you to do it! I won’t have you saving and scrimping. It isn’t necessary. I’ll bet you didn’t have that maid in to-day, to clean up, now did youP” 275 COnniclooo S (CO