Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- List of Figures
- Acknowledgments
- Introduction
- Stories
- Explanatory Notes, by Alexandra Mitchell
- Appendix 1 Ngram Language Analysis, by Alexandra Mitchell
- Appendix 2 Magazine Publication Details, by Jennifer Nolan
- Appendix 3 Visual Contexts of Fitzgerald’s Magazine Market, Images introduced and compiled by Jennifer Nolan
- Works Cited
Two for a Cent
Published online by Cambridge University Press: 18 November 2023
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- List of Figures
- Acknowledgments
- Introduction
- Stories
- Explanatory Notes, by Alexandra Mitchell
- Appendix 1 Ngram Language Analysis, by Alexandra Mitchell
- Appendix 2 Magazine Publication Details, by Jennifer Nolan
- Appendix 3 Visual Contexts of Fitzgerald’s Magazine Market, Images introduced and compiled by Jennifer Nolan
- Works Cited
Summary
When the rain was over the sky became yellow in the west and the air was cool. Close to the street, which was of red dirt and lined with cheap bungalows dating from 1910, a little boy was riding a big bicycle along the sidewalk. His plan afforded a monotonous fascination. He rode each time for about a hundred yards, dismounted, turned the bicycle around so that it adjoined a stone step and getting on again, not without toil or heat, retraced his course. At one end this was bounded by a colored girl of fourteen holding an anemic baby, and at the other by a scarred, ill-nourished kitten, squatting dismally on the curb. These four were the only souls in sight.
The little boy had accomplished an indefinite number of trips oblivious alike to the melancholy advances of the kitten at one end and to the admiring vacuousness of the colored girl at the other when he swerved dangerously to avoid a man who had turned the corner into the street and recovered his balance only after a moment of exaggerated panic.
But if the incident was a matter of gravity to the boy, it attracted scarcely an instant's notice from the newcomer, who turned suddenly from the sidewalk and stared with obvious and peculiar interest at the house before which he was standing. It was the oldest house in the street, built with clapboards and a shingled roof. It was a house—in the barest sense of the word: the sort of house that a child would draw on a blackboard. It was of a period, but of no design, and its exterior had obviously been made only as a decent cloak for what was within. It antedated the stucco bungalows by about thirty years and except for the bungalows, which were reproducing their species with prodigious avidity as though by some monstrous affiliation with the guinea-pig, it was the most common type of house in the country. For thirty years such dwellings had satisfied the canons of the middle class; they had satisfied its financial canons by being cheap, they had satisfied its aesthetic canons by being hideous.
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- Publisher: Edinburgh University PressPrint publication year: 2023