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"I want you should say, Burk, that Mrs. Meyerburg says her and her daughter should take off from their work an hour for a drive wherever they say you should take them. And tell her, Burk, she should make for me five dozens more them paper carnations. Right away I want you should go." "Yes, madam." They nosed slowly into the stream of the Avenue.
All ready I got the plans in my room to send them down by Goldfinger this afternoon he should go right ahead and " "Mamma, mamma, please listen " But the voice of Mrs. Meyerburg rose like a gale and her face was slashed with tears. "If my last cent it takes and on the streets I go to beg, up such a Memorial goes.
The crowded steerage of a wooden ship, her first son suckling at her breast. At the prow Simon Meyerburg again, his peasant cap pushed backward and his black eyes, with the seer's light in them, gleaming ahead for the first glimpse of the land of fulfilment. An unbelievable city sucking them immediately into its slums. Filth. A quick descent into squalor. A second son. A third. A fourth. A fifth.
"Ach, Mrs. Meyerburg, you don't want to be bothered with such such a person like me when you ride so grand through the Park." "Fit like a fiddle it will make you feel, Mrs. Fischlowitz. Button up tight that collar and right away we start. Please, right next to you, will you press that third button? That means we go right down and find outside the car waiting for us." "But, Mrs. Meyerburg "
Meyerburg, I can tell you the day what you visit on me down there I am a proud woman. How little we got to offer you know, but if I could fix for you Kaffeeklatsch some day and Kuchen and " "In the kitchen you still got the noodle-board yet, Mrs. Fischlowitz, where you can mix Kuchen too?" "I should say so. Always on it I mix my doughs." "He built it in for me himself, Mrs. Fischlowitz.
"I tell you in such marriages the last thing what you hear talked about is being in love." "Oh, that had nothing to do with this, ma. The love part is there all right. You you don't understand, ma!" "Gott sei dank that I don't understand such!" Then Miss Meyerburg leaned forward, her large, white hand on her parent's knee, her face close and full of fervor.
When I ride too much in the cold right away up in my ribs comes the sciatica again." Miss Meyerburg bent radiant over her parent. "Mother," she whispered, her throat lined with the fur of tenderness, "it's reception-day out at that club, and all the cliques will be there, and I want " "Sure, Becky, you and the marquis should drive out.
To think not one of my children home and to-day a holiday, my place not in order " "Now, now, Mrs. Fischlowitz, just so soon you go to one little bit of trouble, right away I got no more pleasure. Please, Mrs. Fischlowitz. Ach, if you 'ain't got on your pantry shelfs just the same paper edge like my Roody used to cut out for me." "Come, come, Mrs. Meyerburg, in parlor where " "Go way mit you.
Meyerburg breathed outward in a sigh and sat down hesitant on the bed edge, her hand reaching out to the bare white shoulder and smoothing its high luster. "Come, Becky, and get up like a good girl. Don't you want, baby, to come over by mamma's room and see the plans for the Memorial?" "No! No! No!" "They got to be sent back to-day, Becky, before Goldfinger leaves for Boston with them.
See how he stands there and not one word what Ben is hollering so at him can he understand." Across the room, alongside a buffet wrought out of the powerful Jacobean period, Mr. Ben Meyerburg threw a violent contortion.
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