He sent his little son
Isadore over with the prescription. Like I said to mamma, she should let
the Canal Street Kosher Sausage Company do double the business from five
until six while she closes shop to carry her daughter a milk-shake! Like
I was used to it from home!"
"When my girl gets to be a little mammela, the best shouldn't be none
too good."
She continued to stroke up at his sleeve and occasionally on up into
his uneven shock of red hair.
"You miss me in the shop, Roody?"
"You should just see once how that Ruby Grabenheiner sits at your
machine! She does one-half your work not one-half so good."
"I'll be back next week Monday."
He patted her quickly. "No! No! A mammela's place is with her baby."
"Roody, you make me laugh. I should sit at home now since we got a new
mouth to feed? That would be a fine come-off!"
"Who do you think was just in, Rosie? Emil Hahn."
"Sol is going to make for me, Roody, one of those little packing-case
cribs like he built for Etta up in the pants-factory, so when the
machine works it rocks, too. Did--did the check from Solomon & Glauber
come in on the last mail, Roody?"
"Now, Rosie, you mustn't worry yourself about such--"
"What you looking so funny for, Roody?"
"I was starting to tell you, Rosie--Hahn was just in and--"
"Roody, don't change the subject on me always.
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