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On hinges so when I was done, up against the wall out of the way I could fold it." "'Just think, I say to my children, 'we eat noodles off a board what Simon Meyerburg built with his own hands. On the whole East Side it's a curiosity." "Sometimes when I come down by your flat, Mrs. Fischlowitz, I show you how I used to make them for him. Wide ones he liked." "Ach, Mrs.
In a minute I want you should take me all through in the children's room and " "If I had only known it how I could have cleaned for you." "Ach, my noodle-board over there! How grand and white you keep it." "Ja, I " "Mrs. Fischlowitz!" "Yes, Mrs. Meyerburg?" "Mrs. Fischlowitz, if you want to to give me a real treat I tell you what. I tell you what!" "Ja, ja, Mrs.
Along that same wall hung a festoon of red and green peppers and a necklace of garlic. Toward the back of the range a pan of hot water let off a lazy vapor. Beside the scuttle a cat purred and fought off sleep. "Already I got the hot water, Mrs. Meyerburg, to make you a cup coffee if " "Please, Mrs. Fischlowitz, let me rest like this.
Mrs. Fischlowitz counted it out carefully from a small purse tucked in her palm, snapping it carefully shut over the remaining coins. "Thank you, Mrs. Fischlowitz. You should never feel hurried. Mr. Oppenheimer will mail you a receipt." "I guess now I must be going, Mrs. Meyerburg to-night I promised my Sollie we have cheese-Kuchen for supper."
"Not so good and not so bad. And how is the sciatica with you, Mrs. Meyerburg?" "Like with you, Mrs. Fischlowitz. It could be better and it could be worse. Sometimes I got a little touch yet up between my ribs." "If it ain't one thing, Mrs. Meyerburg, it's another. What you think why I'm late again with the rent, Mrs. Meyerburg?
Meyerburg, like you could put your hands in dough now!" "'Mamma, he used to say standing in the kitchen door when he came home nights and looking at me maybe rocking Becky there by the stove and waiting supper for him 'Mamma, he'd say, clapping his hands at me, 'open your eyes wide so I can see what's in 'em." "That such a big man should play like that!"
She leaned further, the rims of her eyes stretched wide. "Simon come, my darling. Simon!" Into the opposite doorway, smirched with flour and a white pail of it dangling, flashed Mrs. Fischlowitz, breathing hard from her climb. "What, Mrs. Meyerburg, you want something?" "Simon," cried Mrs. Meyerburg, her voice lifted in a paean of welcome; "come, my darling, come in. Come!"
The seconds stalked past as she stood there, a fine frown sketched on her brow, and the small maid anxious and attendant. "Madame?" When Mrs. Meyerburg spoke finally it was as if those seconds had been years, sapping more than their share of life from her. "I now I don't go up, Therese. After a while I come, but but not now.
Meyerburg was down a rear staircase, through a rear hallway, and, unseen and unheard, out into the sudden splendor of a winter's day, the side street quiet before her. "Gott!" said Mrs. Meyerburg, audibly, breathing deep and swinging into a smart lope eastward.
Rudolph Meyerburg, herself squirming to rights in an elaborate bodice and wielding an unostentatious toothpick behind the cup of her hand; "like I told Roody just now, if I take on a pound to-day he can blame his sister." "Say, I wish you'd look at the marquis kissing ma's hand again, will you?" "Look at ma get away with it too.
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