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Only I tell him he shouldn't let fine company make him wild." "Ach, boys will be boys, Mrs. Shongut. Even now it ain't so easy for me to get make my Roscoe to come in off his roller-skates at night. My Jeannie I can make mind; but I tell her when she is old enough to have beaus, then our troubles begin with her." Mrs. Shongut's voice dropped into her throat in the guise of a whisper.
Tongue sweet-sour, and red cabbage! Renie, get on your things and " "Honest, if it wasn't too late I would telegraph him I ain't home." "Get on your things, Renie, and go right down to Rindley's for a roast. If you telephone they don't give you weight. This afternoon I go myself for the vegetables." Excitement purred in Mrs. Shongut's voice. "Hurry, Renie!"
I Ach, Renie, I I feel like all our troubles are over. I Ach, Renie, you should know how it feels to be a mother." Tears rained frankly down Mrs. Shongut's face and she smiled through their mist, and her outstretched arms would tremble. "Renie, come to mamma!" Miss Shongut, quivering, drew herself beyond their reach. "Such talk! Honest, mamma, you you make me ashamed, and mad like anything, too.
I'm sorry that boy ain't home, so you could meet him again. We call him the dude of the family. Renie, pass Mr. Hochenheimer the toothpicks." A pair of deep-lined brackets sprang out round Mr. Shongut's mouth. "Why ain't that boy home for supper, where he belongs?" "Ach, now, Adolph, don't get excited right away. Always, Mr.
Rooted, he stood as though face to face with an immense dawn, but with eyes that dared not see the light. "Renie, I can't! I Renie, I can't let you do that for me if if I can't let you marry him for me if you don't " "'Sh-h-h!" Mrs. Shongut's voice outside the door, querulous: "Renie!" Silence. "Re-nie!" "Yes, mamma." "Why you got your door locked?" Silence. "Huh?"
All people don't like it when you make fun. Mr. Hochenheimer, you must excuse my husband; a great one he is to tease and make his little fun." Mr. Shongut's ancient-looking face, covered with a short, grizzled growth of beard and pale as a prophet's beneath, broke into a smile, and a minute network of lines sprang out from the corners of his eyes. "I was bashful in my life once, too eh, mamma?"
At Cook Street, which runs into Grand Avenue like a small tributary, a pall of smoke descended thick as a veil; and every morning, from off her second-story window-sills, Mrs. Shongut swept tiny dancing balls of soot; and one day Miss Rena Shongut's neat rim of tenderly tended geraniums died of suffocation.
Miss Shongut's face was suddenly buried in the neat lace yoke of her mother's dimity blouse, and her arms crept up about her neck. "I've been only fooling about to-night, mamma. Don't you think I know it is just like he was sent from heaven? I've only been fooling, mamma, so that so that you shouldn't know how happy I am." The soul peeped out suddenly in Mrs. Shongut's face, hallowing it. "Renie!
"I'm not so dumb that I I don't know what a fellow means by a letter like this." "Renie!" The lines seemed to fade out of Mrs. Shongut's face, softening it. "Renie! My little Renie!" "You don't need to my-little-Renie me, mamma; I " "Renie, I can't believe it that such luck should come to us.
"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.
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