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Binswanger dived into her work-basket, withdrew with a sock, inserted her five fingers into the foot, and fell to scanning it this way and that with a furrow between her eyes. "Ray, go in and tell your sister she should come out of her room and stop that crying nonsense.
Some decades later, and with an endurance stroke that far outclassed classic Leander's, Simon Binswanger had swum the great Hellespont that surged between the Lower East Side and the Upper West Side, and, trolling his family after, landed them in one of those stucco-fronted, elevator-service apartment-houses where home life is lived on the layer, and the sins of the extension sole and the self-playing piano are visited upon the neighbor below.
With a cry that broke on its highest note Miss Binswanger sprang to her feet, her arms clasping about her father's neck. "Oh, papa! Papa! Mamma!" "'Sh-h-h-h! the door-bell! Go to the door, Izzy; I guess maybe that's Ray back or your friend. Ach, such excitement! Already I feel like we're on the boat." "Oh, mamma, mamma!"
Binswanger let fall his newspaper to his knee. "Na, na, mamma, for what you get excited? Ain't talk cheap enough for you yet? Why shouldn't you let the children talk?" Miss Binswanger inclined to her father's knee, her throat arched and flexed. "Papa dear, it's a cheap trip.
At fish-market when he lived down-town each Friday morning I used to meet old man Levin, and I should say his knees were worse as yours, papa." "When my daughter marries a Albert Hamburger, then maybe too we can afford to take a trip to Europe." Miss Binswanger raised her eyes, great dark pools glozed over with tears. "All right then, I'll huck at home.
Binswanger, placing a hand with a loud pat on each knee. "So!" "Oh, papa!" "A fine come-off! A fine come-off! Eh, mamma? To Europe we go to take our daughter, and just so soon as we go no daughter we 'ain't got to take!" "Gott in Himmel! Gott in Himmel!" "Ray, haven't you got nothing to say to Irving and me Ray!" With a quick, fluid movement the younger sister slid close and her arms wound tight.
"Miriam, nothing ain't wrong! Izzy, my " "No, no, Mrs. Binswanger, nothing is wrong; what Miriam was trying to say was that everything's right, wasn't it, Miriam?" "Yes, Irving." Mr. Binswanger threw two hands with the familiar upward gesture. "Come, right away in a few minutes you got to get off, Shapiro. First I take you up and show you the card-room and "
A half-hour on pins and needles, you can believe us or not, we had to wait for him, and that's what made us so late. See, on her hand she's got the ring and " "See, mamma!" "And in my pocket I got the special license. We couldn't help it, Mr. Binswanger, we we just couldn't let go." "We couldn't, mamma, papa.
"Miriam, you you little darling, you! Miriam! Irving! You darlings!" Suddenly Mrs. Binswanger inclined, inclosing the two in a wide, moist embrace. "Ach, my Miriam, what have you done! Not a stitch, not even a right wedding! Irving, you bad boy, you, like I I should ever dream you had thoughts to be our son-in-law. Ach, my children, my children!
A dray-driver cursed at the snarl of traffic and flecked the first sweat from his horse's flanks. A gaily striped awning drooped across the front of the White Flag steamship offices, and out from its entrance, spring in her face, emerged Miss Miriam Binswanger; at her shoulder Irving Shapiro attended. "Honest, Mr. Shapiro, I I just don't know what I would have done except for you."
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