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"Say, when such a little thing can upset her it's high time she took for herself a little rest. If she backs out, we string her up by the thumbs not, Ruby?" "We're going, ma. Going! You'll love the Markovitchs' hotel, ma dearie, right near the boardwalk, and the grandest glassed-in porch and and chairs, and and nooks, and things. Ain't they, Vetsy?"
Ach, you you make me ashamed before Mr. Vetsburg you should run down to the people we make our living off of." Miss Kaufman flashed her vivid face toward Mr. Vetsburg, still low there in his chair. She was trembling. "Vetsy knows! He's the only one in this house does know!
He 'ain't been here with us ten years, ever since we started in this big house, not not to know he's the only one thinks you're here for anything except impudence and running stairs and standing sass from the bad boys of lazy mothers. You know, don't you, Vetsy?" "Ruby! Mr. Vetsburg, you you must excuse " From the depths of his chair Mr. Vetsburg's voice came slow and carefully weighed.
"Don't!" "Well," he said, clicking the door softly after him, "good night and sleep tight." "'Night, Vetsy." Upon the click of that door Mrs. Kaufman leaned softly forward in her chair, speaking through a scratch in her throat. "Ruby!" With her flush still high, Miss Kaufman danced over toward her parent, then as suddenly ebbed in spirit, the color going.
If if the first time Vetsy took me down to to the shore, if if Leo had been a king or a or just what he is, it wouldn't make no difference. I I can't help my my feelings, ma. I can't!" A large furrow formed between Mrs. Kaufman's eyes, darkening her. "You wouldn't, Ruby!" she said, clutching her. "Oh, mommy, mommy, when a a girl can't help a thing!" "He ain't good enough for you, baby!"
"Why, mommy, what what you crying for, dearie? Why, there's nothing to cry for, dearie, that we're going off on a toot to-morrow. Honest, dearie, like Vetsy says, you're all nerves. I bet from the way Suss hollered at you to-day about her extra milk you're upset yet. Wouldn't I give her a piece of my mind, though! Here, move your chair, mommy, and let me pull down the bed."
"If you 'ain't got ambitions for yourself, Ruby, think once of me and this long dream I been dreaming for us." "Yes, ma. Yes." "Ruby, Ruby, and I always thought when you was so glad for Atlantic City, it was for Vetsburg; to show him how much you liked his folks. How could I know it was ." "I never thought, mommy. Why why, Vetsy he's just like a relation or something."
"Oh, Vetsy," she cried, and a flush rushed up, completely dyeing her face. His face lit with hers, a sunburst of fine lines radiating from his eyes. "Eh?" "Why why, we we'd just love it, wouldn't we, ma? Atlantic City, Easter Day! Ma!" Mrs. Kaufman sat upright with a whole procession of quick emotions flashing their expressions across her face.
Put ginger in your mama, Ruby, and we'll open her eyes on the boardwalk not?" "Oh, Vetsy!" He smiled, regarding her. Tears had fallen and dried on Mrs. Kaufman's cheeks; she wavered between a hysteria of tears and laughter. "I children " She succumbed to tears, daubing her eyes shamefacedly. He rose kindly.
They ended in a smile that trembled as she sat regarding the two of them. "I should say so, yes! I You and Ruby go, Mr. Vetsburg. Atlantic City, Easter Day, I bet is worth the trip. I You two go, I should say so, but you don't want an old woman to drag along with you." "Ma! Just listen to her, Vetsy! Ain't she ain't she just the limit?
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