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Updated: June 11, 2025
All right, noodles you should make and always I keep 'em for remembrance. Just let me run down to cellar and bring you up flour. No, no, you set there and let me fold down the board for you. Rock there, Mrs. Meyerburg, till I come up with the flour. Eggs plenty I got." "And a little butter, Mrs. Fischlowitz, the size of an egg, and always a pinch of salt." "The neighbors should see this! Mrs.
"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!
"Right when you knocked I was thinking, well, I clean up a bit. Please, Mrs. Meyerburg, let me fix you right away a cup coffee " "Right away, Mrs. Fischlowitz, just so soon you begin to make fuss over me, I don't enjoy it no more. Please, Mrs. Fischlowitz, right here in this old rocker-chair by the range let me, please, sit quiet a minute."
Like I told Roody this morning, she's bringing a title into the family, but she's taking a big wad of the Meyerburg money out of the country too." "It is so, ain't it?" Around her crowded Mrs. Meyerburg's five sons. "Come with us, ma. We got a children's party up in the ballroom for Aileen this afternoon, and then Trixie and I are going to motor down to Sheepshead for the indoor polo-match.
On the bed that had been lifted bodily from the Grand Trianon of Marie Antoinette, its laces upheaved about her like billows in anger, Rebecca Meyerburg lay with her face to the ceiling, raw sobs distorting it. Steadying herself without that door, her hand laid between her breasts and slightly to the left, as if there a sharp pain had cut her, Mrs.
Instead, the yellow light from a ceiling sown with starlike bulbs lay over that room. At each end of the table, so that the gracious glow fell full upon the small figure of Mrs. Meyerburg at one end and upon the grizzled head of Mr. Ben Meyerburg at the other, two braces of candles burned softly, crocheting a flickering design upon the damask.
Meyerburg, you should just see for yourself how that girl has got new color since that certified milk you send her every day. Like a new girl so pretty all of a sudden she has grown. For to-morrow, Mrs. Meyerburg, a girl what never before had a beau in her life, if Morris Rinabauer, the young foreman where she works, 'ain't invited her out for New-Year's Day."
"He says, mamma, that it is too great an honor to be your son." From her yesterday's couch of mental travail Miss Meyerburg had risen with a great radiance turping out its ravages. She was Sheban in elegance, the velvet of her gown taken from the color of the ruby on her brow, and the deep-white flesh of her the quality of that same velvet with the nap raised. "He wants to kiss your hand, ma.
"Always I used to make it with a short crust for my Isadore. How he loved it!" "Just again, Mrs. Meyerburg, I want you should let me say how how this is the finest present what I ever had in my life. I can tell you from just how soft it is on me, I can tell how it must feel to ride in automobile." A light flashed in brilliance up into Mrs. Meyerburg's face. "Mrs. Fischlowitz!" "Ja, Mrs.
"Always Becky likes there should be two men stuck up in front there. I always say to look only at the backs of my servants I don't go out riding for." Erect and as if to the fantastic requirements of the situation sat Mrs. Fischlowitz, her face of a thousand lines screwed to maintain the transiency of a great moment. "That I should live, Mrs. Meyerburg, to see such a sight like this!
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