"There! There! You're a good girl."
"You're a man in a million! How can any woman find you hard to live with!"
"Momsey!" Ikey was standing beside them. His hair was disheveled, his face white.
"Ikey boy!" The sight of him made her anxious.
"You—you go avay?"
"We-e-ell,——"
"A-a-a-ah!" She was trying to break it gently. But he understood.
Two small begrimed hands went up to hide his face.
She drew him to her. "But I'll come back, dear! I'll come back! Oh, don't! Don't!"
He clung to her wildly then. "Oh, how can I lif midoudt you! Oh,
Momsey! Momsey! I nefer sing again!"
She led him to a bench. "Now listen!" she begged gently. "Listen!
It's only for a little while."