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"Believe me, if he wasn't all right my Bella wouldn't let him hang on that way." "I've heard of him." "I wish you could see that Babette Dreyfous eying my Bella! She's just green because Bella's got him." "Do you use the double stitch in your crochet, Mrs. Blondheim? That's a pretty pattern you're workin' on." "Yes. I've just finished a set of doilies you'd pay twenty-five dollars for anywhere."
"I try to make her rest up in summer," pursued Mrs. Blondheim, unpunctured. "You goils wear yourselves out nothin' but beaus, beaus all the time. There ain't a night in New York that my Bella ain't out with some young man. I always say to her, 'Bella, the theayters ought to give you a commission." Miss Sternberger rocked. "Where did you say you live in New York, Miss Sternberger?"
"Guess." "I should know!" "That fellow over there with Bella Blondheim the one with the smooth face and grayish hair. I hear he's a swell New York fellow in the importin' business." "How'd Bella grab him?" "She's been holdin' on to him like a crawfish all day. She won't let anybody get near him neither will her mother." "Here comes Izzy over here after me!
"Ain't you ashamed to keep such late hours, Miss Blondheim?" said Mr. Arnheim. "I don't see no early-to-bed-early-to-rise medals on none of us," she said, diffidently. "These thummer rethorts sure ain't no plathe for a minither's thon," said Mr. Epstein. Laughter. "Remember, Mr. Arnheim, whoever's up first wait in the leather chair opposite the elevator." "Sure thing, Miss Sternberger."
"This place is so slow it gets on my nerves it does!" Mrs. Blondheim, who carried toast away from the breakfast-table concealed beneath a napkin for her daughter who remained abed until noon, paused in her Irish crochet, spread a lace wheel upon her ample knee, and regarded it approvingly. "What you got to kick about, Miss Sternberger?
Blondheim; it's delicious." Mrs. Blondheim partook and nibbled between her front teeth. "I got a grand recipe for suss und sauer liver. When we're at home my Bella always says, 'Mamma, let's have some liver and gedämftes fleisch for lunch." "Do you soak your liver first?" inquired Mrs. Epstein. "My Louie won't eat nothin' suss und sauer. It makes me so mad.
"Oh yes; I can always tell good stuff when I see it, and I always say it pays best in the end," said Mrs. Blondheim, feeling the heavy lace edge of Mrs. Epstein's sleeve between discriminating thumb and forefinger. Suddenly Mrs. Epstein's eyes widened; she rose to her feet, drawing a corner of the table-cloth awry. "If it ain't my Louie!" Mr.
Blondheim rolled her crochet into a tight ball and stuck her needle upright. "Come on, Bella; let's go to bed." They trailed past the desk like birds with damp feathers. "Send up some ice-water to three-hundred-and-eighteen," said Miss Bella over the counter, her eyes straining meanwhile past the veranda to the beach below.
"She is a stylish dresser, ain't she?" "I wish you'd see the white linen my Bella's got. It's got sixteen yards of Cluny lace in the waist alone and such Cluny, too! I paid a dollar and a half a yard wholesale." "Just look at this waist I'm wearin', Mrs. Blondheim. You wouldn't think I paid three and a half for the lace, would you?"
"Howdy-do, Miss Sternberger?" His arm squirmed free from the deadlock clutch. "Won't you join us?" "Thanks," said Myra, smiling until an amazing quantity of small white teeth showed; "but I just stopped by to tell Bella that Mrs. Blondheim was askin' for her." There was a third pause. "Won't you come along, Mr. Arnheim?
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