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Shongut made a great show of dragging the room's furniture back into place; unpinning the lace curtains and draping them carefully in their folds; drawing chairs across the carpet until the casters squealed; uncovering the piano. At the business of dusting the mantelpiece she lingered, stealing furtive glances through its mirror.
Lissman, I got good reasons to have pleasure out of my children. I guess you heard, Mrs. Lissman, what a grand position my Izzy has got with his uncle, of the Isadore Flexner Banking-house. Lissman, for a boy like Izzy!" "I tell you, Mrs. Shongut, if you got rich relations it's a help." "How grand my brother has done for himself, Mrs. Lissman! Such a house he has built on Kingston Place!
Isadore Shongut, pressed, manicured, groomed, shaved something young about him; something conceited; his magenta bow tied to a nicety, his plushlike hair brushed up and backward after the manner of fashion's latest caprice, and smoothing a smooth hand along his smooth jowl. "Morning, ma. What's the row, Renie? Gee! it's a swell joint round here for a fellow with nerves! What's the row, kid?" Mr.
"I ain't beginning nothing, Renie; but, believe me, it ain't so nice for a girl to have to be told everything. How that little Jeannie Lissman, next door, helps her mother already, it's a pleasure to see. "You've told me about her before, mamma." Mrs. Shongut flung a sheet across the upright piano. "Gimme the broom, mamma. I'll sweep." "Sweep I never said you need to do.
To-morrow night you take supper with us too. We don't take 'no' eh, Adolph? Renie?" "I appreciate that, Mrs. Shongut; but I I don't know yet if if I stay over." Mr. Shongut batted a playful hand and shuffled toward the door. "You stay, Hochenheimer! I bet you a good cigar you stay. Ain't I right, Renie, that he stays? Ain't I right?"
If it wasn't for my garden and the beautiful scenery from my terraces, I would wish myself back in our little down-town house more than once, too. I tell you, Mrs. Shongut, fineness ain't everything." "You should bring your mother some time to Mound City with you when you come over on business, Mr. Hochenheimer. We would do our best to make it pleasant for her." "She's an old woman, Mrs.
Miss Shongut ripped open the letter with a hairpin and curled her supple figure in a roomy curve of the divan. Her hair, unloosened, fell in a thick, black cascade down her back. Mrs. Shongut redusted the mantel, raising each piece of bric-a-brac carefully; ran her cloth across the piano keys, giving out a discord; straightened the piano cover; repolished the mantelpiece mirror.
No rajah's seventh daughter of a seventh daughter had cheeks more delicately golden that fine tinge which is like the glory of sunlight. "Now begin, mamma, to find something to worry about! For two months he hasn't had a heart spell." Mrs. Shongut drew a thin-veined hand across her brow. Her narrow shoulders, which were never held straight, dropped even lower, as though from pressure.
"Always you're making me uncomfortable that I'm not married yet not papa or Izzy, but you you! Never does one of the girls get engaged that you don't look at me like I was wearing the welcome off the door-mat." "Listen to my own child talk to me! No wonder you cry so hard, Renie Shongut, to talk to your mother like that a girl that I've indulged like you. To sass her mother like that!
"Be sure!" "Yeh." "Good morning, Mrs. Shongut." "Good morning, Mrs. Lissman. Looks like spring!" "Ain't it so? I say to Mr. Lissman this morning, before he went down-town, that he should bring home some grass seed to-night." "Ya, ya! Before you know it now, we got hot summer after such a late spring."
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