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"You all right, baby?" "Yes, ma." And she snuggled down into the curve of her mother's arm. "Are you, mommy?" "Yes, baby." "Go to sleep, then." "Good night, baby." "Good night, mommy." Silence. Lying there, with her face upturned and her eyes closed, a stream of quiet tears found their way from under Miss Kaufman's closed lids, running down and toward her ears like spectacle frames.
He woke with that memory, his hand going to his throat and caressing the wounds there. It was comfortable lying in bed he knew, somehow, that he was back in the apartment he'd been assigned and he'd like to stay there, holding on to the memory of Kaufman's feeding, but he was much too hungry. He got up and used the 'fresher, then dressed, intending to go to the dining room.
Kaufman's eyes and muddled the gaze she turned toward Mr. Vetsburg. "Is it natural, Mr. Vetsburg, a mother should want her only child should have always the best and do always the things she never herself could afford to do? All my life, Mr. Vetsburg, I had always to work.
Put ginger in your mama, Ruby, and we'll open her eyes on the boardwalk not?" "Oh, Vetsy!" He smiled, regarding her. Tears had fallen and dried on Mrs. Kaufman's cheeks; she wavered between a hysteria of tears and laughter. "I children " She succumbed to tears, daubing her eyes shamefacedly. He rose kindly.
"There's only one way, baby, Meyer Vetsburg can ever leave me and make me happy when he leaves." "Ma, what you mean?" "You know, baby, without mama coming right out in words." "Ma, honest I don't. What?" "You see it coming just like I do. Don't fool mama, baby." The slender lines of Miss Kaufman's waist stiffened, and she half slipped from the embrace.
Kaufman's house is as good as the next one, but " "I wish, though, Mrs. Finshriber, you would hear what Mrs. Spritz says at her boarding-house they get for breakfast: fried " "You can imagine, Mrs. Katz, since my poor husband's death, how much appetite I got left; but I say, Mrs. Katz, just for the principle of the thing, it would not hurt once if Mrs.
Miss Kaufman's eyes widened, darkened, and she tugged for the freedom of her wrists. "Ma, quit scaring me!" "Scaring you! That such a rising man like Vetsburg, with a business he worked himself into president from clerk, looks every day more like he's falling in love with you, should scare you!" "Ma, not not him!"
If if the first time Vetsy took me down to to the shore, if if Leo had been a king or a or just what he is, it wouldn't make no difference. I I can't help my my feelings, ma. I can't!" A large furrow formed between Mrs. Kaufman's eyes, darkening her. "You wouldn't, Ruby!" she said, clutching her. "Oh, mommy, mommy, when a a girl can't help a thing!" "He ain't good enough for you, baby!"
Kaufman's private boarding-house in West Eighty-ninth Street, one of a breastwork of brownstone fronts, lined up stoop for stoop, story for story, and ash-can for ash-can, there were few enough greasy odors except upon the weekly occasion of Monday's boiled dinner; and, whatever the status of liver and dried peaches, canned corn and round steak, her menus remained static so static that in the gas-lighted basement dining-room and at a remote end of the long, well-surrounded table Mrs.
In reply she fell to stroking the smooth black plaits, wound coronet fashion about Miss Kaufman's small head. Large, hot tears sprang to her eyes. "Baby, when you talk like that it's you that scares mama!" "He he " "Why, you think, Ruby, I been making out of myself a servant like you call it all these years except for your future?
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