Gigolo by Edna Ferber Chapter 2 Page 52

Hughes — I never was lonesome in my life ‘cept for six months when I lived with my daughter and her husband and their five children. Yes, sir. That’s what I call lonesome, in an eight-room flat.”

George and Nettie said, “It’s doing you good, Father, being out in the air so much.” His eyes were brighter, his figure straighter, his colour better. It was that day he had held forth so eloquently on the emigration question. He had to read a lot — papers and magazines and one thing and another — to keep up. He devoured all the books and pamphlets about bond issues and national finances brought home by George. In the Park he was considered an authority on bonds and banking. He and a retired real-estate man named Mowry sometimes debated a single question for weeks.