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"She wouldn't have met him at all if it hadn't been for Bella," pursued Mrs. Blondheim. The object of Mrs. Blondheim's solicitude, fresh as spring in crisp white linen, turned her long eyes upon Mr. Arnheim. "You ought to feel flattered, Mr. Arnheim, that I let you come over to my table." Mr. Arnheim regarded her through a mist of fragrant coffee steam. "You betcher life I feel flattered.
If there's one fellow I can't stand it's him." Miss Sternberger moved away with her chin tilted at a sharp angle. At a turn in the veranda she came suddenly upon Miss Bella Blondheim and a sleek, well-dressed young man with grayish hair. Miss Blondheim's hand was hooked with a deadlock clutch to the arm of her companion.
Miss Sternberger threw herself before them like a melodrama queen flagging a train. "Hello, Bella!" she said in a voice as low as a 'cello. Miss Blondheim, who had once sold the greatest number of aprons at a charity bazar, turned cold eyes upon the intruder. "Hello, Myra!" she said in cool tones of dismissal. There was a pause; the color swept up and surged over Miss Blondheim's face.
Mrs. Blondheim's interest and gaze wandered down the dining-hall. "I wish you'd look at that Sternberger girl actin' up! Ain't it disgusting?" "Please pass the salt, Mrs. Blondheim. That's the trouble with hotel cooking they don't season. At home we like plenty of it, too. I season and season, and then at the table my husband has to have more."
"Look, Hanna! that's Louie Epstein, of the Epstein & Son Millinery Company, with Bella. He's a grand boy. I meet his mother at Doctor Bergenthal's lecture every Saturday morning. Epstein & Son have got a grand business, and Bella could do a whole lot worse." "Well, I wish her luck," said Mrs. Blondheim's sister-in-law. "I smell fried smelts. Let's go in to lunch." Mrs.
Mamma's always so worried about me; and I'd like for you to meet mamma," said Bella, anxiously. With a heroic jerk Mr. Arnheim managed to free himself entirely. "Thanks," he said; "but I think I'll stay out and have a smoke." Miss Blondheim's lips drooped at the corners. She entered the bright, gabbling lobby, threading her way to her mother's stronghold.
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