“Good-night!” Mamie sang out, as she majestically opened the door.
“Good-night!” Jake returned, with a burning face.
“Goot-night!” Gitl and Joey chimed in duet.
“Say ‘cull again!’”
“Cullye gain!”
“Good-night!” Mamie said once more, as she bowed herself out of the door with what she considered an exquisitely “tony” smile.
The guest’s exit was succeeded by a momentary silence. Jake felt as if his face and ears were on fire.
“We used to work in the same shop,” he presently said.
“Is that the way a seamstress dresses in America?” Gitl inquired. “It is not for nothing that it is called the golden land,” she added, with timid irony.