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Yet all of this somehow lit by a fall of very coarse, very white, and very freshly starched lace curtains portiere-fashion from the door, looped back in great curves from the single window, and even skirting stiffly and cleanly the bureau-front and bed-edge. "How is my little mammela?" said Mr. Pelz, leaning over the bed to kiss Mrs.
Like I said to mamma, she should let the Canal Street Kosher Sausage Company do double the business from five until six while she closes shop to carry her daughter a milk-shake! Like I was used to it from home!" "When my girl gets to be a little mammela, the best shouldn't be none too good." She continued to stroke up at his sleeve and occasionally on up into his uneven shock of red hair.
"Why not now, Rosie? It's all the more reason. Is it worth maybe a little gamble our Bleema should grow up like the best? I got bigger plans for her and her little mammela than such a back room all their lives. In a few years, maybe three rooms for ourselves in one of them newfangled apartment-houses up on Second Avenue with turn-on hot water "
"There's some herring on the table mamma brought over, and some raw meat and onions. That's some borshtsh on the stove Etta carried all the way over from Hester Street for your supper." "And what for the little mammela?" "I'm fed up, Roody. Mamma closed the store at five to run over with some of that milk-shake like Doctor Aarons said. He sent his little son Isadore over with the prescription.
The little mammela will say which way it is to be heads or tails. How's that, Rosie the baby should decide it for us?" "Roody we mustn't!" "Heads or tails, Rosie?" "Quick!" "H-heads!" "Quick now, papa's baby, open up little fist!" "Roody, not so rough! She can't hold that big nickel." "That's just what I want she should let it fall." "Roody, Roody, I hope it's tails."
Pelz on the shining plaits, the light-tan column of throat and the little fist pressed so deeply into her bosom. "Red head!" he said, stroking down at the warm "bulge of blanket, so snugly enclosed in the crotch of mothering arm. "It's redder than yours already, Roody." "She's sure a grand little thing cuddled up there, ain't it so, mammela?" She reached up to pat his blue shirt-sleeve.
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