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Her hands and her forearms instantly out from the business of kneading something meaty and floury, Mrs. Kantor rushed forward, her glance quick from one to the other of them. "Abrahm, what's wrong?" "I'll feedle him! I'll feedle him!" The little pulling wrist still in clutch, Mr.
Once, in fact, the blurry figure of what might have been a woman leaned out as she passed to toss into one Abrahm Kantor's apartment a short-stemmed pink carnation. It hit softly on little Leon Kantor's crib, brushing him fragrantly across the mouth and causing him to pucker up.
I give you my word till I'm ashamed for Naftel, every toy in his shelves is pulled down. Such a cow that shakes with his head " "No no no!" This from young Leon, beating at his mother's skirts. Again the upraised but never quite descending hand of his father. "By golly! I'll 'no no' you!" "Abrahm go 'way! Baby, what did papa do?" Then Mr.
Nebich!" by which, in smiting mother tongue, he branded his offspring with attributes of apostate and ne'er-do-well, of idiot and thief. "Abrahm!" "Schlemmil!" repeated Mr. Kantor, swinging Leon so that he described a large semicircle that landed him into the meaty and waiting embrace of his mother. "Take him! You should be proud of such a little momser for a son!
Often at lunch, or even the evening meal, this bell would ring in on Abrahm Kantor's digestive well-being, and while he hurried down, napkin often bib-fashion still about his neck, and into the smouldering lanes of copper, would leave an eloquent void at the head of his well-surrounded table.
"Papa will go back for the feedle not three dollars she's saved for herself he can holler out of her for a feedle!" "Abrahm, he's screaming so he he'll have a fit." "He should have two fits." "Darlink " "I tell you the way you spoil your children it will some day come back on us." "It's his birthday night, Abrahm five years since his little head first lay on the pillow next to me."
"Let him in, Roody. I'd like to know what good it will do to try to keep him out." In an actual rain of perspiration, his tie slid well under one ear, Abrahm Kantor burst in, mouthing the words before his acute state of strangulation would let them out. "Elsass it's Elsass outside! He wants to sign Leon fifty concerts coast to coast two thousand next season!
Such an eater, it's a wonder he ain't twice too big instead of twice too little for his age." "That's a sign, Abrahm; they all eat big. For all we know he's a genius. I swear to you, Abrahm, all the months before he was born, I prayed for it. Each one before they came, I prayed it should be the one. I thought that time the way our Isadore ran after the organ-grinder he would be the one.
She drew her son closer, crushing his puny cheek up against hers, cupping his bristly little head in her by no means immaculate palms. "He wanted a violin it's come, Abrahm! The dream of all my life it's come! I knew it must be one of my children if I waited long enough and prayed enough. A musician! He wants a violin. He cried for a violin. My baby!
"Elsass it's Elsass outside he wants to sign Leon fifty concerts coast to coast two thousand next season he's got the papers already drawn up the pen outside waiting " "Abrahm!" "Pa!"
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