Torchy as a Pa

Torchy As A Pa, by Sewell Ford

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Title: Torchy As A Pa
Author: Sewell Ford
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Language: English
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TORCHY AS A PA
BY SEWELL FORD
AUTHOR OF THE TORCHY AND THE SHORTY McCABE
STORIES

GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
Made in the United States of America
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Copyright, 1919, 1920, by SEWELL FORD
Copyright, 1920, by EDWARD J. CLODE
All Rights Reserved
Printed In the United States of America
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. Vee Ties Something Loose 1 II. When Hallam Was Rung Up 16 III.
The Gummidges Get a Break 34 IV. Finding Out About Buddy 50 V.
In Deep for Waddy 69 VI. How Torchy Anchored a Cook 89 VII. How
the Garveys Broke in 105 VIII. Nicky and the Setting Hen 122 IX.
Brink Does a Sideslip 136 X. 'Ikky-Boy Comes Along 150 XI. Louise
Reverses the Clock 162 XII. When the Curb Got Gypped 177 XIII. The
Mantle of Sandy the Great 191 XIV. Torchy Shunts a Wizard 205 XV.
Stanley Takes the Jazz Cure 220 XVI. The Mystery of the Thirty-One
234 XVII. No Luck with Auntie 248 XVIII. Hartley Pulls a New One
263 XIX. Torchy Gets a Hunch 279 XX. Giving 'Chita a Look 293
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TORCHY AS A PA
CHAPTER I

VEE TIES SOMETHING LOOSE
I forget just what it was Vee was rummagin' for in the drawer of her
writin' desk. Might have been last month's milk bill, or a stray hair net,
or the plans and specifications for buildin' a spiced layer cake with only
two eggs. Anyway, right in the middle of the hunt she cuts loose with
the staccato stuff, indicatin' surprise, remorse, sudden grief and other
emotions.
"Eh?" says I. "Is it a woman-eatin' mouse, or did you grab a hatpin by
the business end?"
"Silly!" says she. "Look what I ran across, Torchy." And she flips an
engraved card at me.
I picks it on the fly, reads the neat script on it, and then hunches my
shoulders. "Well, well!" says I. "At home after September 15, 309 West
Hundred and Umpty Umpt street. How interestin'! But who is this Mr.
and Mrs. Hamilton Porter Blake, anyway?"
"Why, don't you remember?" says Vee. "We sent them that darling
urn-shaped candy jar. That is Lucy Lee and her dear Captain."
"Oh, then she got him, did she?" says I. "I knew he was a goner when
she went after him so strong. And now I expect they're livin' happy ever
after?"
Maybe you don't remember my tellin' you about Lucy Lee, the Virginia
butterfly we took in over the week-end once and how I had to scratch
around one Saturday to find some male dinner mate for her, and picked
this hard-boiled egg from the bond room, one of these buddin' John D.'s
who keeps an expense account and shudders every time he passes a
millinery store or thinks what two orchestra seats and a double taxi fare
would set him back. And, the female being the more expensive of the
species, he has trained himself to be girl proof. That's what he lets on to
me beforehand, but inside of forty-eight minutes by the watch, or
between his first spoonful of tomato soup and his last sip of cafe noir,
this Lucy Lee party had him so dizzy in the head he didn't know

whether he was gazin' into her lovely eyes or being run down by a truck.
Honest, some of these babidolls with high voltage lamps like that ought
to be made to use dimmers. For look! Just as she's got him all wound
up in the net, what does Lucy Lee do but flit sudden off to the
Berkshires, where a noble young S. O. S. captain has just come back
from the war and the next we know they're engaged, while in the bond
room of the Corrugated Trust is one more broken heart, or what passes
for the same among them young hicks.
And now here is Lucy Lee, flaggin' as young Mrs. Blake, livin' right in
the same town with him.
"How stupid of me to forget!" says Vee. "We must run in and call on
them right away, Torchy."
"We?" says I. "Ah, come!"
"We'll have