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To-morrow night you take supper with us too. We don't take 'no' eh, Adolph? Renie?" "I appreciate that, Mrs. Shongut; but I I don't know yet if if I stay over." Mr. Shongut batted a playful hand and shuffled toward the door. "You stay, Hochenheimer! I bet you a good cigar you stay. Ain't I right, Renie, that he stays? Ain't I right?"
"Papa!" "Please, you must excuse my husband, Mr. Hochenheimer; he likes to have his little jokes." Mr. Hochenheimer pushed away his plate in high embarrassment; nor would his eyes meet Miss Shongut's, except to flash away under cover of exaggerated imperturbability. "My husband's a great one to tease, Mr. Hochenheimer. My Izzy too, takes after him.
My little Renie!" On Wasserman Avenue the hand that rocks the cradle oftener than not carves the roast. Behind her platter, sovereign of all she surveyed, and skilfully, so that beneath her steel the red, oozing slices curled and fell into their pool of gravy, reigned Mrs. Shongut. And her suzerainty rested on her as lightly as a tiara of seven stars. "Mr. Hochenheimer, you ain't eating a thing!"
"No; he 'ain't got no time for rhymes like that long-haired Sollie Spitz, that ain't worth his house-room and sits until by the nightshirt I got to hold papa back from going out and telling him we 'ain't got no hotel! Max Hochenheimer is a man what's in a legitimate business." "Please, mamma, keep quiet about him. I don't care if he "
Hochenheimer, but with a grand house like I hear you built for your mother up on the stylish hilltop in Cincinnati, I guess to you it seems right plain." "That's where you're wrong, Mrs. Shongut.
Hochenheimer rose to meet her; and, because her limbs would tremble, she slid quickly into her chair. "You you must excuse me, Mr. Hochenheimer." "It's all right, Miss Renie. I take up where we left off. It ain't so easy, Miss Renie, to begin all over again to say it, but but will you be my will you be my "
Hochenheimer, my husband gets excited over nothing, when he knows how it hurts his heart. Like that boy ain't old enough to stay out to supper when he wants, Adolph! 'Sh-h-h!" Mrs. Shongut smiled to conceal that her heart was faint, and the saga of a mother might have been written round that smile. "Now, now, Adolph, don't you begin to worry." "I tell you, Shongut, it's a mistake to worry.
"Yes, I I You shouldn't keep spoiling me with such grand flowers and candy, Mr. Hochenheimer." "If tell you that never in my life I sent flowers or candy, or wrote a letter like I wrote you yesterday, to another young lady, I guess you laugh at me not, Miss Renie?" "You shouldn't begin, Mr. Hochenheimer, by spoiling me."
Shongut laughed deep, as though a spiral spring was vibrating in the recesses of his throat. "Bashful with the girls eh, Hochenheimer?" "I ain't much of a lady's man, Shongut." "Well, I wish you was just so bashful in business believe me! I wish you was." "Shongut, I never got the best of you yet in a deal."
I save all my excitement for the good things in life." "See, Adolph; from a young man like Mr. Hochenheimer you can get pointers." "I tell you, Shongut, over such a nice little home and such a nice little family as you got I might get excited; but over the little things that don't count for much I 'ain't got time." Mrs. Shongut waved a deprecatory hand. "It's a nice enough little home for us, Mr.
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