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Tembarom's dressmaker friend also proffered information. "I know him myself," she said, "and he's a real nice gentle-manlike young man. He's not a bit like Biker. He doesn't think he knows everything. He came to me from Mrs. Munsberg, just to ask me the names of fashionable materials. He said it was more important than a man knew till he found out" Miss Stuntz chuckled.
Munsberg gave the name of a dressmaker of whom she shrewdly guessed that she would be amiably ready to talk to a society-page reporter. "That Biker feller," she said, "got things down all wrong. He called fine white satin 'white nun's-veiling, and he left out things. Never said nothing about Miss Lewishon's diamond ring what her grandpa gave her for a wedding-present.
Both were relieved and pleased with themselves, their store, and their cake-decorator. Munsberg spoke to Tembarom in the manner of a man who, having done a good thing, does not mind talking about it. "Dot was a big order," he remarked. "I should smile," answered Tembarom. "I'd like to know whose going to get outside all that good stuff.
She caught her husband's eye and hurriedly winked at him. "It's awful outside. 'T won't do harm if he waits if he ain't no agent," she put in. "See," said Tembarom, handing over one of the cards which had been Little Ann's businesslike inspiration. "T. Tembarom. New York Sunday Earth," read Munsberg, rather grudgingly. He looked at T. Tembarom, and T. Tembarom looked back at him.
Munsberg jerked himself upright irascibly, and broke forth in the accent of the New York German Jew. "If you comin' in here to try to sell somedings, young man, joost you let that same vind vat blew you in blow you right out pretty quick. I'm not buyin' nodings. I'm busy." "I'm not selling a darned thing," answered Tembarom, with undismayed cheer. "You vant someding?" jerked out Munsberg.
He made friends; people began to like to see him. The Munsbergs regarded him as an inspiration of their own. "He seen my name over de store and come in here first time he vas sent up dis vay to look for t'ings to write," Mr. Munsberg always explained. "Ve vas awful busy time of the Schwartz vedding, an' dere vas dat blizzard.
The sign over the window read "M. Munsberg, Confectionery. Cakes. Ice-Cream. Weddings, Balls and Receptions." "Made a start, anyhow," said Tembarom. He turned into the store, opening the door carefully, and thereby barely escaping being blown violently against a stout, excited, middle-aged little Jew who was bending over a box he was packing. This was evidently Mr.
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