“Mama! mama!”

“Don’t think, Ruby, when the day comes what I can give up this white-elephant house that it won’t be a happy one for me.  Every night when I hear from up-stairs how Mrs. Katz and all of them hollers down ‘towels’ and ‘ice-water’ to me like I—­I was their slave, don’t think, baby, I won’t be happiest woman in this world the day what I can slam the door, bang, right on the words.”

“Mama, mama, and you pretending all these years you didn’t mind!”

“I don’t, baby.  Not one minute while I got a future to look forward to with you.  For myself, you think I ask anything except my little girl’s happiness?  Anyways, when happiness comes to you with a man like Meyer Vetsburg, don’t—­don’t it come to me, too, baby?”

“Please, I—­”

“That’s what my little girl can do for mama, better as stenography.  Set herself down well.  That’s why, since we got on the subject, baby, I—­I hold off signing up the new lease, with every day Shulif fussing so.  Maybe, baby, I—­well, just maybe—­eh, baby?”

For answer a torrent of tears so sudden that they came in an avalanche burst from Miss Kaufman, and she crumpled forward, face in hands and red rushing up the back of her neck and over her ears.

“Ruby!”

“No, no, ma!  No, no!”

“Baby, the dream what I’ve dreamed five years for you!”

“No, no, no!”

She fell back, regarding her.

“Why, Ruby.  Why, Ruby, girl!”

“It ain’t fair.  You mustn’t!”

“Mustn’t?”

“Mustn’t!  Mustn’t!” Her voice had slipped up now and away from her.

“Why, baby, it’s natural at first maybe a girl should be so scared.  Maybe I shouldn’t have talked so soon except how it’s getting every day plainer, these trips to Atlantic City and—­”

“Mama, mama, you’re killing me.”  She fell back against her parent’s shoulder, her face frankly distorted.

A second, staring there into space, Mrs. Kaufman sat with her arm still entwining the slender but lax form.  “Ruby, is—­is it something you ain’t telling mama?”

“Oh, mommy, mommy!”

“Is there?”

“I—­I don’t know.”

“Ruby, should you be afraid to talk to mama, who don’t want nothing but her child’s happiness?”

“You know, mommy.  You know!”

“Know what, baby?”

“I—­er—­”

“Is there somebody else you got on your mind, baby?”

“You know, mommy.”

“Tell mama, baby.  It ain’t a—­a crime if you got maybe somebody else on your mind.”

“I can’t say it, mommy.  It—­it wouldn’t be—­be nice.”

“Nice?”

“He—­he—­We ain’t even sure yet.”

“He?”

“Not—­yet.”

“Who?”

“You know.”

“So help me, I don’t.”

“Mommy, don’t make me say it.  Maybe if—­when his uncle Meyer takes him in the business, we—­”

“Baby, not Leo?”