"I ain't tired, Simon; only—only—Oh, I don't know."
"Little one," he said, softly.
In the lobby Miss Bella Blondheim leaned an elbow on the clerk's desk and talked to a stout young man with a gold-mounted elk's tooth on his watch-fob, and black hair that curled close to his head.
They made a group of four for a moment, Miss Blondheim regarding the arrivals with bright, triumphant eyes.
"My friend, Mr. Louis Epstein," she said.
The men shook hands.
"Related to the Epstein & Son Millinery Company, Broadway and Spring?"
"Thertainly am. I happen to be the thon mythelf."
"Was you in the surf this mornin', Bella? It was grand!"
"No, Myra," replied her friend. "Mr. Epstein and me took a trip to Ocean
View."