I gave a read. It was the ticket invitation for his graduation from college. I gave it a touch, with pride melting over in my heart.
“Only one week more, and you’ll be a doctor for the world!”
“And then, heart of mine,” he said, drawing me over to him and kissing me on the lips, “when I get my office fixed up, you will marry me?”
“Ach, such a happiness,” I answered, “to be together all the time, and wait on you and cook for you, and do everything for you, like if I was your mother!”
“Uncle Rosenberg is coming special from Boston for my graduation.”
“The one what helped out your chance for college?” I asked.
“Yes, and he’s going to start me up the doctor’s office, he says. Like his son he looks on me, because he only got daughters in his family.”
“Ach, the good heart! He’ll yet have joy and good luck from us! What is he saying about me?” I ask.
“I want him to see you first, darling. You can’t help going to his heart, when he’ll only give a look on you.”
“Think only, Mammele—David is graduating for a doctor in a week!” I gave a hurry in to my mother that night. “And his Uncle Rosenberg is coming special from Boston and says he’ll start him up in his doctor’s office.”