Ida liked to be spoken to.
It happened quite often.
How do you do they said and she said it to them and they said it to her. How do you do.
Would you never rather be Ida, they said, never rather be Ida, she laughed, never, they said never rather be Ida.
Of course not, of course she would always rather be Ida and she was.
They all said everybody said, Never rather be Ida, it got to be a kind of a song.
Never, never rather be Ida, never rather be Ida.
Ida never heard anybody sing it. When she heard her name she never heard it. That was Ida.
And so it was all over that is Frederick was all over, Ida left Texas just as it was.
Before she left Texas she talked to Duncan. Old man Duncan they called him but he was quite young. He was forty-five and he had been a policeman and now he was a head of police and not in uniform, of course not, otherwise she would not have been talking to him.
He said to her, where were you before you came to Texas. He asked her that after they had shaken hands several times together and it was evening. It often was evening in Texas.
It is very easy to leave Texas, Ida said, not to Duncan, she just said it.
There is no harm in leaving Texas, no harm at all.
Ida said, I have not left Texas yet, but tell them, you and he, what are you, tell them that he has left Texas and tell them that you and he, well tell them about Texas, you and he.
So then suddenly, she was called away, they thought in Ohio, but she was called away to wherever she was. Just like that Ida was called away.
She was not there any more, because she was called away.
Duncan told her, that is he did not tell her because she was called away, but anyway he told her that he had not left Texas.
Duncan never did leave Texas except once when he went to Tennessee. But by that time he never wanted to leave Texas. No use saying that he only remembered Ida because he didn’t.
Once upon a time there was a meadow and in this meadow was a tree and on this tree there were nuts. The nuts fell and then they plowed the ground and the nuts were plowed into the ground but they never grew out.
After Ida left Texas she did not live in the country, she lived in a city. She lived in Washington.
That is the way it went on. Washington is a city and a city well a city is well it is a city. Ida lived there.
Once upon a time every time Ida lived in a city she was careful, she really was. She might lose it lose being careful but really every time she lived in a city she was careful. She was careful in Washington. All who came in would say to her, well Ida how about it.
That is what did happen.
By the time it was all comfortable for Ida and everybody knew better, she knew just what would not be there for her. And it was not. It just was not there for her.
Just then somebody came in and he said here I am. He said to Ida if you were with me I would just say, say she is with me. By golly that is what we are like in Minnesota, Minnesota is just like that.
Hello Ida, said some one. And they said, no Ida we are not. Ida said, no I am not.
Ida felt that way about it. She said well sit down and cry, but nobody did, not just then.
So life began for Ida in Washington.
There were there Ida and two more, Ida kept saying to herself.
There whether there whether whether who is not.
That might have been the motto for Minnesota.
She did have to see those who came from Minnesota and hear them say, Minnesota is not old, believe it or not Minnesota is not old.
Ida began a daily life in Washington.
Once upon a time there was a shotgun and there were wooden guinea hens and they moved around electrically, electricity made them move around and as they moved around if you shot them their heads fell off them.
I thought I coughed said Ida and when I coughed I thought I coughed.
Ida said this and he listened to her he was not from Minnesota.
Once upon a time Ida stood all alone in the twilight. She was down in a field and leaning against a wall, her arms were folded and she looked very tall. Later she was walking up the road and she walked slowly.
She was not so young any more. It almost happened that she would be not sad not tired not depressed but just not so young any more.
She looked around her, she was not all alone because somebody passed by her and they said, it is a nicer evening than yesterday evening and she said, it was.
Ida married again. He was Andrew Hamilton and he came from Boston.
It is very usual of them when they come from Boston to be selfish, very usual, indeed. He and Ida sat together before they sat down.
But not, said some one seeing him, and who had heard of Ida, not, he said.
In Boston the earth is round. Believe it or not, in Boston the earth is round. But they were not in Boston, they were in Washington.
In Boston they hear the ocean as well. Not in Washington. There they have the river, the Potomac.
They were being married, it was not exciting, it was what they did. They did get married.
Once upon a time all who had anywhere to go did not go. This is what they did.
Ida was married again this time he came from Boston, she remembered his name. She was good friends with all her husbands.
This one came from Boston. They said Massachusetts, and when they said Massachusetts they remembered how fresh and green they were there, all of it, yes that is what they said.
In Washington it was different.
There it was in Washington it was come carefully and believe what they said.
Who is careful.
Well in a way Ida is.
She lives where she is not.
Not what.
Not careful.
Oh yes that is what they say.
Not careful.
Of course not.
Who is careful.
That is what they said.
And the answer was.
Ida said.
Oh yes, careful.
Oh yes, I can almost cry.
Ida never did.
Oh yes.
They all said oh yes.
And for three days I have not seen her.
That is what somebody did say somebody really somebody has said. For three days I have not seen her.
Nobody said Ida went away.
She was there Ida was.
So was her husband. So was everybody.
Part Five
Politics
They said, they do not want to buy from Ida. Why should they want to buy.
Ida and he.
He did not come from Louisiana, no. He was that kind. He did not only not come from Louisiana but he had had a carriage hound, a white and black spotted one and he the black and white spotted one was killed not killed but eaten by other dogs, they were all looking at a female dog and no one told him that the dog was nearly dead.
No one told him.
A young woman had silently had a way of giving the dog sugar and when she heard the dog was dead she ate the sugar.
And the man who was not from Louisiana added that, Oh yes he added that.
He and Ida.
He would have bought from Ida bought and well not well yes well no well why why not bought from Ida.
Ida was a friend.
She stayed in Washington.
She came to do what she knew each one of them wanted.
Easy enough in Washington.
She did not sell anything although they all wanted to buy.
Not at Bay Shore.
No not in Louisiana.
But in Carolina.
Not in North Carolina.
But in South Carolina.
Yes he would have bought from Ida in South Carolina but Ida was not there never there. She never was in either North or South Carolina. She was in Washington.
And so well yes so he did he did not buy from Ida.
br /> Only Ida.
Well what did Ida do.
Ida knew just who was who.
She did. She did know.
They did not not an awful lot of them know Ida, just enough knew Ida to make Ida be just the one enough of them knew.
There are so many men.
What do you call them there.
There are so many men.
They did not all know Ida.
Now then.
In Washington, some one can do anything. Little by little it was Ida. She knew Charles and she smiled when she saw him. He wanted her to give him the rest of the morning. The rest of the morning. She was too busy too. She said, she never had anything to do but she did not give him the rest of the morning.
Woodward would not die of chagrin when he did not get what he had bought from Ida.
They all buy twice a day but the morning is the best time to buy. Woodward was a great buyer and he never did die of chagrin.
If he was no longer in Washington would Woodward die of chagrin.
Ida smiled every morning. She rested a good deal, she rested even in the evening.
Would Woodward come in and go out just as he liked.
Now that is a question a great question and Ida might answer, she might answer any question, but she did not find it as interesting as anything.
Would Woodward die of chagrin if he left Washington. Somebody stopped Ida and asked her this thing and she said nothing.
Then she said yes, Yes she said and she said nothing.
Yes they said yes would Woodward die of chagrin if he left Washington.
Almost at a loss Ida said yes, she did stand still and then she went on again.
Nobody ever followed Ida. What was the use of following Ida.
Ida had a dream. She dreamed that they were there and there was a little boy with them. Somebody had given the little boy a large package that had something in it and he went off to thank them. He never came back. They went to see why not. He was not there but there was a lady there and she was lying down and a large lion was there moving around. Where said they is the little boy, the lion ate him the lady said, and the package yes he ate it all, but the little boy came to thank you for it, yes I know but it did happen, I did not want it to happen but it did happen. I am very fond of the lion. They went away wondering and then Ida woke up.
Ida often met men and some of them hoped she would get something for them. She always did, not because she wanted them to have it but because she always did it when it was wanted.
Just when it was not at all likely Ida was lost, lost they said, oh yes lost, how lost, why just lost. Of course if she is lost. Yes of course she is lost.
Ida led a very easy life, that is she got up and sat up and went in and came out and rested and went to bed.
But some days she did rest a little more than on other days.
She did what she could for everybody.
Once in a while a father when he was young did not do it himself but a friend of his did. He took something.
When the policeman came nobody knew him. Most certainly he who later was a father refused to know him. They did not come from Africa, they came from North Carolina and Colorado. Later on the father had a son a young son and the young son began to go with men who stole. They were all then in Michigan so when they did steal they stole it again. The father was so worried, worried lest the police come and say to him your son is stealing, had he not refused when he was young and in North Carolina to recognize a friend who had stolen. He did say to the policeman then that he had never known that man although of course he had. And now, here in Michigan perhaps his own son was stealing. The policeman might come and how could he say he did not know his son. He might say it of course he might, he almost probably would.
Ida said to him I’ll ask him. She meant that it was all right, it would be just like that, no trouble to anybody. Ida always did that.
She saw the one who was all right and who would say yes yes it is all right and of course it was all right.
Ida did not need to be troubled, all she need do was to rest and she did rest. Just like that.
Once very often every day Ida went away. She could not go away really not, because she had no mother and she had no grandmother no sister and no aunt.
She dreamed that clothes were like Spanish ice-cream. She did not know why she dreamed of Spain. She was married in Washington, there was ice-cream there were clothes, but there was no Spain. Spain never came, but ice-cream and clothes clothes and ice-cream, food and clothes, politics, generals and admirals, clothes and food, she was married and she was in Washington.
She was not away from Washington.
No no more was there any day. She dreamed, if you are old you have nothing to eat, is that, she dreamed in her dream, is that money.
Ida had a companion named Christine. Christine had a little Chinese dog called William. Soon Christine went away taking William. She thought of leaving him behind but she changed her mind.
When Christine went away she accomplished a great deal.
Oh Ida.
Ida was not married any more. She was very nice about it.
All around were what they found. At once they seemed all to like coming.
Ida did not leave Washington.
She rested.
Somebody said. Where is Ida.
Should she go away, somebody said. Go away like what.
Like what, they said.
Like Ida.
No said Christine and for this they thanked her.
All alone in Montana was a little man fragile but he smoked a pipe. Not then but later.
All alone there he was pale. Not tall. Not tall at all. All alone there he went about. He knew nobody was stout in Montana.
For this every little while he tried not to be thinner.
Dear Montana and how he went away.
It does not take long to leave Montana but it takes a long time to get stout, to put flesh on, get rosy and robust, get vaccinated, get everything.
In Montana he was never at a loss. Very likely not because he was careful of Montana.
He knew how to be careful and he was careful of Montana.
And so he plans everything.
He was a great success in Washington. Of course he was.
Politically speaking.
All of a sudden the snow had fallen the mountains were cold and he had left Montana.
That was when he began to smoke his pipe.
That was when he was a success in Washington.
That was when Christine had left him, naturally she had gone again. Now he knew Ida. Not to marry her. It was going to be quite a little while before Ida married again.
Ida moved around, to dance is to move around to move around is to dance, and when Ida moved around she let her arms hang out easily in front of her just like that.
She kept on being in Washington.
Once upon a time, once very often a man was in Washington who was cautious. He came from Wisconsin although he had been born in Washington, Washington city not Washington state.
All right he liked it.
After a little while he was nervous again and then for them it was just as if he was cautious. How do you like it, they said. Then he said no. For that they were very willing that they could just as much as ever they could be used to it.
Oh believe me, he said, and then mountains, he said.
Of course there are no mountains in the city of Washington but there are monuments. Oh believe me, he said, there are mountains in Wisconsin. And everybody believed him.
Once when it happened to snow he stayed at home. I will, he said, I will stay at home and as I am at home I will think and as I am thinking I will say I am thinking. He did, he did stay at home, he did think and as he thought he did think that he would think. He did.
Gradually he wondered what it was he was thinking. He thought how very nice it is and then he said I can not help it.
Of course not of course he could
not help it, dear Madison, dear Wisconsin.
He was born in the city of Washington but that just happened.
Ida was in Washington she was not thinking, all the time she was suffering because of his thinking and then he was not thinking about his thinking.
Dear Ida.
Ida very likely Ida was not only in Washington but most likely he would not forget to cry when he heard that Ida was never to leave Washington.
Never to leave Washington.
Of course she finally did.
But in the meantime Ida could not believe that it was best.
To be in Washington.
She knew only knew that she did not rest.
She did it all.
Ida did.
But enough, said some one.
And then Ida came in and sat down and she did rest.
When anybody needed Ida Ida was resting. That was all right that is the way Ida was needed.
Once upon a time there was a city, it was built of blocks and every block had a square in it and every square had a statue and every statue had a hat and every hat was off.
Where was Ida where where was Ida.
She was there. She was in Washington and she said thank you very much, thank you very much indeed. Ida was in Washington.
Thank you very much.
While she was in Washington it was a long time.
There it was.
She was kind to politics while she was in Washington very kind. She told politics that it was very nice of them to have her be kind to them. And she was she was very kind.
She really did not get up in the morning. She wished that she could and they wished that she could but it was not at all necessary.
When she was up and she did see them she was kind.
She saw seven, or eight of them and she saw them one or perhaps two and each time it was a very long time. She never went away she always did stay.
This was what they did say.
How do you do, said Ida, how do you feel when I see you, said Ida, and she did say that and they liked it.
Of course they liked it. And then she was not tired but she did lie down in an easy-chair.
It was not really politics really that Ida knew. It was not politics it was favors, that is what Ida liked to do.
She knew she liked to do them.