The Family
his study, the Professor remembered that he really
must have an understanding with his landlord, or
the place would be rented over his head. He
turned and went down into another part of the city,
by the car shops, where only workmen lived, and
found his landlord’s little toy house, set on a hillside, over a basement faced up with red brick
and covered with hop vines. Old Appelhoff was
sitting on a bench before his door, making a
broom. Raising broom corn was one of his
economies. Beside him was his dachshund bitch,
Minna.
St. Peter explained that he wanted to stay on in the empty house, and would pay the full rent each month. So irregular a project annoyed Appelhoff. “I like fine to oblige you, Professor, but dey is several parties looking at de house already, an’ I don’t like to lose a year’s rent for maybe a few months.”
“Oh, that’s all right, Fred. I’ll take it for the year, to simplify matters. I want to finish my new book before I move.”
Fred still looked uneasy. “I better see de insurance man, eh? It says for purposes of domestic dwelling.”
“He won’t object. Let’s have a look at your garden. What a fine crop of apples and sickle pears you have!”
“I don’t like dem trees what don’t bear not’ing,”
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