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"Not tho bad, but pa can't get away yet for a week. The fall goods ain't all out yet." "Ain't it awful, the way that man is all for business, Mrs. Blondheim? This is my son Louie." "Well, well, Mr. Epstein. I've heard a lot about you. I want you to meet my daughter Bella. You ought to make friends." "Yeth'm," said Mr. Epstein.
A Jew, though a British subject born, a comedian some say I have no religion, and never had. I don't know. But, oh! I know they wait for me and where they wait is home." For a long time there was silence; Epstein was the first to break it.
But not one of the three noticed that omission. Rodney Bangs, pale but carrying himself with a palpable effort at control, shouldered his way into the room in his characteristic fashion, as if he were meeting and hurling back a foot-ball rush. Epstein, breathless and obviously greatly excited, actually stumbled over the threshold in his unseeing haste.
Bangs alone, who had best borne the situation up till now, was unable to meet the reaction. In the silence of the little studio he wept on, openly and gulpingly and unrestrainedly, as he had not wept since he was a little boy. "So Shaw told you!" muttered Epstein a few moments later. "You bet he did!" Laurie blithely corroborated. "He had to, to save his skin.
"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."
Tommy took me to one of them singing factories one day, and the feller what heard me says, 'Well, he says, 'he has a sweet enough voice, but that's about all for him." "That was encouraging though." "But I ain't hankering to get my living by singing. Anyway, that's not worrying me now it's Tommy. Mister Epstein says he can guess, but he won't tell." "Guess what's troubling Tommy?"
So I gets busy and cuts up, and, say, maybe we don't have the merry ha ha times, and my Pa says to me often, he says, "William, make 'em laugh; a feller what can hide the sores in his own heart," he says, "while he's makin' somebody else laugh," he says, "he's a winner more ways than one." And it's true, Mister Epstein." "Yes," said Flo, softly, "it's true."
God bless you and help you." Thereafter she made Dolly her special care, and the child seemed to like it, making occasional dashes on to the lawn to join William and the others, whose restraint having passed were playing with joyous zest, under the direction of the elder brother. It was getting near to tea time when "Chuck" Epstein appeared on the scene.
"Related to the Epstein & Son Millinery Company, Broadway and Spring?" "Thertainly am. I happen to be the thon mythelf." "Was you in the surf this mornin', Bella? It was grand!" "No, Myra," replied her friend. "Mr. Epstein and me took a trip to Ocean View." "You missed the water this mornin'. It was fine and dandy!" volunteered Mr. Arnheim. "Me and Mr. Epstein are goin' this afternoon ain't we?"
Then he said: 'Well, Epstein, good-bye, I've got to go down to Wall Street. Epstein and his assistant then attempted to lift the boxes to carry them out, but couldn't; and then discovered that calculations as to quantity had been thrown out because the boxes had all been screwed down to the floor and mostly filled with boards with a veneer of brass chips.
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