Miss Sternberger patted the back of her hand against her mouth and stifled a yawn.
"One thing I must say for my Bella—no matter where I take that goil, everybody says what a nice, retirin' goil she is!"
"Bella does retire rather early," agreed Miss Sternberger in tones drippingly sweet.
"I try to make her rest up in summer," pursued Mrs. Blondheim, unpunctured. "You goils wear yourselves out—nothin' but beaus, beaus all the time. There ain't a night in New York that my Bella ain't out with some young man. I always say to her, 'Bella, the theayters ought to give you a commission.'"
Miss Sternberger rocked.
"Where did you say you live in New York, Miss Sternberger?"
"West One Hundred and Eleventh Street."
"Oh yes—are you related to the Morris Sternbergers in the boys'-pants business?"
"I think—on my father's side."
"Honest, now! Carrie Sternberger married my brother-in-law; and they're doin' grand, too! He's built up a fine business there. Ain't this a small woild after all!"