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James takes you all the way home, Mrs. Fischlowitz. I get out because my Becky likes I should get home early and get dressed up for dinner." "But Mrs. Meyerburg " "No, no. Right in you stay. 'Sh-h-h, just don't mention it. Enough pleasure you give me to ride by me. Take good care your foot. Good-by, Mrs. Fischlowitz. All the way home you should take her, James."
"Ach, Mrs. Meyerburg, you don't want to be bothered with such such a person like me when you ride so grand through the Park." "Fit like a fiddle it will make you feel, Mrs. Fischlowitz. Button up tight that collar and right away we start. Please, right next to you, will you press that third button? That means we go right down and find outside the car waiting for us." "But, Mrs. Meyerburg "
She leaned further, the rims of her eyes stretched wide. "Simon come, my darling. Simon!" Into the opposite doorway, smirched with flour and a white pail of it dangling, flashed Mrs. Fischlowitz, breathing hard from her climb. "What, Mrs. Meyerburg, you want something?" "Simon," cried Mrs. Meyerburg, her voice lifted in a paean of welcome; "come, my darling, come in. Come!"
Meyerburg, I can tell you the day what you visit on me down there I am a proud woman. How little we got to offer you know, but if I could fix for you Kaffeeklatsch some day and Kuchen and " "In the kitchen you still got the noodle-board yet, Mrs. Fischlowitz, where you can mix Kuchen too?" "I should say so. Always on it I mix my doughs." "He built it in for me himself, Mrs. Fischlowitz.
Gold-tops bottles she has to have yet by her. I can tell you, though, Mrs. Fischlowitz, if I do say it myself, when that girl sits up in here like a picture she looks. How they stare you should see." "Such a beau-ti-ful girl! I can tell you for her a prince ain't good enough. Ach, what a pleasure it must be, Mrs.
Meyerburg, I didn't want you to be disturbed except I want to explain to you why I'm late again this month." "Sit down! I don't want you should even explain, Mrs. Fischlowitz that's how little I thought about it." Mrs. Meyerburg was full of small, pleased ways, drawing off her guest's decent black cape, pulling at her five-fingered mittens, lifting the nest-like bonnet. "So! And how's the foot?"
"Put your hands in the pockets, Mrs. Fischlowitz. Deep, eh?" "Finer you can believe me as I ever had in my life before. I can tell you, Mrs. Meyerburg, a woman like you should get first place in heaven and you should know how many on the East Side there is says the same. I I brought you your rent, Mrs. Meyerburg. You must excuse how late, but my Sollie " "Ja, ja." Eleven! Twelve! Twelve-fifty!
In the thirty years I been in this country not but once have I walked up Fifth Avenue that time when my Tillie paraded in the shirtwaist strike. I I can tell you I'm proud to live to see it this way from automobile." "Lean back, Mrs. Fischlowitz, so you be more comfortable. That's all right; you can't hurt them bottles. My Becky likes to have fancy touches all over everything.
Meyerburg, in that flat we 'ain't had nothing but luck, neither, with you so good to us." "Ach, now, Mrs. Fischlowitz, for an old friend like you, what I lived next door to so many years and more as once gave my babies to keep for me when I must go out awhile, I shouldn't do a little yet." "'Little, she calls it. With such low rent you give us I'm ashamed to bring the money.
In my house where I'm poor she wants, too, to play like she's a poor woman. That any one should want to play such a game with themselves! Noodles she wants to make for me, instead I should wait on her like she was a queen." "It takes me back, Mrs. Fischlowitz, to old times. Please, Mrs. Fischlowitz, to-morrow I send you two barrels." "Like you ain't welcome to everything what I got in the house.
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