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Vetsburg, gives me so much pleasure she should go with all those rich girls who like her well enough poor to be friends with her. Always when you take her down to Atlantic City on holidays, where she can meet 'em, it it " "But, mommy, is it any fun for a girl to keep taking trips like that with with her mother always at home like a servant? What do people think?
Wait till you see the way his sister and brother-in-law will treat us at the hotel to-morrow. And and Leo, too." "I always say the day what Meyer Vetsburg, when he was only a clerk in the firm, answered my furnished-room advertisement was the luckiest day in my life." "You ought to heard, ma.
Kaufman's eyes and muddled the gaze she turned toward Mr. Vetsburg. "Is it natural, Mr. Vetsburg, a mother should want her only child should have always the best and do always the things she never herself could afford to do? All my life, Mr. Vetsburg, I had always to work.
Kaufman, it's the same, right away if I get too easy with " "But, Mr. Vetsburg, a poor woman can't afford to be so independent. I got big expenses and big rent; I got a daughter to raise " "Mama, haven't I begged you a hundred times to let me take up stenography and get out and hustle so you can take it easy haven't I?" A thick coating of tears sprang to Mrs.
Gray were his eyes, too, and his suit, a comfortable baggy suit with the slouch of the wearer impressed into it, the coat hiking center back, the pocket-flaps half in, half out, and the knees sagging out of press. "That's right, Mr. Vetsburg, you should scold her when she don't eat."
Kaufman passed her nod from one to the other. "Miss Arndt, little more? No? Mr. Krakower? Gravy? Mrs. Suss? Mr. Suss? So! Simon? Mr. Schloss? Miss Horowitz? Mr. Vetsburg, let me give you this little tender No? Then, Ruby, here let mama give you just a little more " "No, no, mama, please!" She caught at the hovering wrist to spare the descent of the knife.
Won't you come in for a while, Mr. Vetsburg?" "Don't care if I do". She opened the door, entering cautiously. "Let me light up, Mrs. Kaufman." He struck a phosphorescent line on the sole of his shoe, turning up three jets. "You must excuse, Mr. Vetsburg, how this room looks. All day we've been sewing Ruby her new dress."
Vetsburg entered, with an overcoat flung across his right arm and his left sagging to a small black traveling-bag. "Well," he said, standing in the frame of the open door, his derby well back on his head and regarding her there beside the small desk, "is this what you call ready at twelve?" She rose and moved forward in her crackly starched apron. "I Please, Mr. Vetsburg, it ain't right, I know!"
Meyer Vetsburg cast a beetling glance down upon Miss Kaufman, there so small beside him, and tinked peremptorily against her plate three times with his fork. "Eat, young lady, like your mama wants you should, or, by golly! I'll string you up for my watch-fob not, Mrs. Kaufman?" A smile lay under Mr. Vetsburg's gray-and-black mustache.
Even when I was five months married to a man what it looked like would some day do big things in the wool business, I was left all of a sudden with nothing but debts and my baby." "But, mama " "Is it natural, Mr. Vetsburg, I should want to work off my hands my daughter should escape that? Nothing, Mr.
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