"Very well. Auntie Yetta."
"That's better. Wait! Wait'll I come back."
She vanished. Presently she returned and, grabbing me by an arm, stood me up and convoyed me half-way around the hotel to a secluded spot on the rear porch where four girls were chatting quietly
"Perhaps you'll find your predestined one among these," she said
"But I have found her already," I protested, with ill-concealed annoyance
She took no heed of my words. After introducing me to two of the girls and causing them to introduce me to the other two, she said: "And now go for him, young ladies! You know who Mr. Levinsky is, don't you? It isn't some kike. It's David Levinsky, the cloak-manufacturer. Don't miss your chance. Try to catch him."
"I'm ready," said Miss Lazar, a pretty brunette in white
"She's all right," declared Auntie Yetta. "Her tongue cuts like a knife that has just been sharpened, but she's as good as gold."
"Am I? I ain't so sure about it. You had better look out, Mr.
Levinsky," the brunette in white warned me
"Why, that just makes it interesting," I returned. "Danger is tempting, you know. How are you going to catch me—with a net or a trap?"