“She always was a big fool,” the mother replied. But the daughter blushed, and was silent.
“Then why shouldn’t she?” persisted Drabkin, referring to his betrothed.
“Well——” interrupted Chashke.
He was at a loss for a plausible response.
“Well, speak, what is it you wish?”
“What should I wish? I don’t wish anything,” he snarled indignantly.
He left the house in silent anger. He had wanted her to help him feel angry, to be beside himself with rage as usual....
The following day he tried again to talk the matter over with Chyenke, but she merely repeated her opinions of yesterday.
“Then I tell you,” he exclaimed, concisely and firmly, “that our employés shall be treated as I see fit!”
“And I tell you,” interjected Chyenke, “that in the first place we haven’t any employés, nor are we hiring any. And in the second place, they’ll be treated as I think proper!”