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They regarded each other through the iron framework until she shot from sight. At breakfast next morning Mrs. Blondheim drew up before her "small steak, French-fried potatoes, jelly omelet, buttered toast, buckwheat cakes, and coffee." "Well, of all the nerve!" she exclaimed to her vis-
Blondheim wrapped the forefinger of her left hand with mercerized cotton thread, and her needle flashed deftly. "What about the little Baltimore fellow that went away yesterday? I seen he was keepin' you pretty busy." "Aw, Mrs. Blondheim, can't a girl have a good time with a fellow without gettin' serious?"
"Why, last summer I was eatin' three meals a day next to my first cousin and didn't know it." "Look!" said Mrs. Blondheim. "There's those made-up Rosenstein goils comin' out of the dinin'-room. Look at the agony they put on, would you! I knew 'em when they were livin' over their hair-store on Twenty-thoid Street. I wonder where my Bella is!"
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.
When I was your age I had more gumption in my little finger than you got in your whole hand! I'd like to see a little piece like her get ahead of me. No wonder you ain't got no luck!" Miss Blondheim sat down wearily beside her mother. "I wish I knew how she does it." "Nerve! That's how. 'Ain't I been preachin' nerve to you since you could talk?
"I don't want to talk but I often say what my Bella gets when she marries is enough to give any young man a fine start in a good business." "I must have my Louie meet Miss Bella. The notes and letters Louie gets from girls you wouldn't believe; he don't pay no attention to 'em. He's an awful mamma-boy, Mrs. Blondheim." "It will be grand for them to meet," said Mrs. Blondheim.
"That's a stylish messaline the second one's got on, all right. I think them beaded tunics are swell." "If it hadn't been for the false-hair craze old man Rosenstein wouldn't " Mrs. Blondheim leaned forward in her chair; her little flowered-silk work-bag dropped to the floor. "There's Bella now! Honest, that Mr. Arnheim 'ain't left her once to-day, and he only got here this morning, too!
"We thertainly are," agreed Mr. Epstein, regarding Miss Blondheim with small, admiring eyes. Miss Sternberger edged away. "Pleased to have met you, Mr. Epstein." Mr. Arnheim edged with her and they moved on their way toward the dining-room. Mrs. Blondheim from her point of vantage the wicker rocker leaned toward her sister-in-law.
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