Mrs. Binswanger paused in her stitch. “That’s so, Simon; Hannah Levin should grab for herself a man like Albert Hamburger. She should fall into the human-hair Hamburger family, a stick like her! At fish-market when he lived down-town each Friday morning I used to meet old man Levin, and I should say his knees were worse as yours, papa.”
“When my daughter marries a Albert Hamburger, then maybe too we can afford to take a trip to Europe.”
Miss Binswanger raised her eyes, great dark pools glozed over with tears. “All right then, I’ll huck at home. But let me tell you, papa, since you come right out and mention it, that’s where she met Albert Hamburger, if anybody should ask you, right on board the ship. Those kind don’t lie round Arverne with that cheap crowd of week-end salesmen.”
“There she goes on my profesh again!”
“That’s where she met him, since you talk about such things, papa, right on the steamer.”
“So!” Mrs. Binswanger let fall idle hands into her lap. “So!”
“Sure. Didn’t you know that, mamma? She was going over for just ten weeks with her mother and father to take a few singing-lessons when they got to Paris, just like I want to, and right on the ship going over she met him and they got engaged.”
“So!”
“Yes, mamma.”
Mr. Binswanger fell into the attitude of reading again, knees crossed and one carpet slipper dangling. “I know plenty girls as get engaged on dry land, Carrie; just get such ideas that they don’t out of your head.”
“I don’t say, Simon, I don’t give you right, but after a winter like I been through I feel like maybe it’s better to go as to stay.”
“That’s right, ma, loosen up and she’ll get you yet.”
“It ain’t nice, Izzy, you should use such talk to your mother. I tell you it ain’t so nice a son should tell his mother she should loosen up.”
“I only meant, ma—”
“That’s just how I feel, Simon, with the summer coming on I can’t stand no more long faces. Last year it was Arverne till a cottage we had to take. Always in April already my troubles for the summer begin. One year Miriam wants Arverne and Ray wants we should go to the mountains where the Schimm girls go. This year, since she got in with them Lillianthal girls, Miriam has to have Europe, and Ray wants to stay home so with snips like Louie Ruah she can run with. I tell you when you got daughters you don’t know where—”
“Give ’em both a brain test, ma.”
“Stop teasing your sister, Izzy. I always say with girls you got trouble from the start and with boys it ain’t no better. Between Arverne and—”
“Arverne! None of the swell crowd goes there any more, mamma.”