“As I relates, I ain't dead clear about Bridgy when she's young an' little, except it does come chasin' back to me that she's dead gone on dancin' an' knock-about woik. Onct when me an' d' McGuires is livin' on d' same floor, I hears a racket in d' hall like some sucker is tryin' to come downstairs wit' a tool chest. Naturally, I shoves me nut outside me door to tell him to go chase himself. But it's only Bridgy—mebby she's twelve at d' time—practyesing. I keeps me lamps onto her awhile, an' she never tumbles I'm there; for I don't say nothin', but lays dead. Bridgy is doin' han'-stan's, cartwheels, backbends, fallin' splits an' all sorts of funny stunts.
“'Is this an accident, or does you mean it?' I asts at last, as Bridgy winds up a cartwheel wit' a split that looks like it's goin' to leave her on bot' sides of d' passage way.
“'I'm doin' a spread,' says Bridgy, 'same as d' Boneless Wonder at Miner's, see!' An' here she lays her little cocoa down on her knee to show she's comfortable, an' dead easy in her mind.
“Wit'out keepin' exact tabs on Bridgy, I'm able to state that as soon as she's big enough she goes to woik; an' at one time an' another she sells poipers, does a toin in a vest factory, or some other sweat shop; an' at last, when she's about seventeen, she's model in a cloak joint. She gets along all right, all right for a space or so, when one day d' old grey guy who owns d' woiks takes it into his nut he'll float into Bridgy's 'fections.
“'Love youse!' says Bridgy, to this aged stiff; 'old gent, you're dopey! If youse give way to a few more dreams like that, your folks 'll put you in d' booby house. Yous'll be in Bloomin'dale cuttin' poiper dolls d' foist news you know.'
“At this d' wicked old geezer makes a strong talk—makes d' speech of his life. But Bridgy won't stand for him, nor his game.
“'Come off your perch!' she says at last. 'Either you corks up or I quits. You don't make no hit wit' me at all.'
“But d' old mucker don't let up none, an' keeps on givin' Bridgy a song an' dance about his love for her; so at last she makes her bluff good an' walks out of d' joint an' goes home.
“McGuire was hot in d' collar at Bridgy t'runnin' down her job; but d' old woman, she says Bridgy does dead right; an' for a finish Mac an 'd' old woman goes on a drunk an' has a fight over it; after which d' subject's dropped, see! an' that's d' end of it. I only sees Bridgy onct after that, before she screws her cocoa. That's at d' Tugman's Ball; where she's d' Queen spieler of d' bunch, an' shows on d' floor as light an' graceful as so much cigar smoke. It's right on d' heels of this that Bridgy fades from d' Bend for fair, an' no one has d' least line on her or knows where she's at.
“It runs on for t'ree or four spaces, an 'd' McGuires keeps gettin' drunker an' harder up. More'n onct d' neighbors has to bring in d' grub, or dey wouldn't have done a t'ing but starve. Dey's jumpin' sideways for food to chew, I'll tell youse that right now, as much as half d' time. Durin' all this no one hears a woid about Bridgy.