"You missed the water this mornin'. It was fine and dandy!" volunteered
Mr. Arnheim.
"Me and Mr. Epstein are goin' this afternoon—ain't we?"
"We thertainly are," agreed Mr. Epstein, regarding Miss Blondheim with small, admiring eyes.
Miss Sternberger edged away. "Pleased to have met you, Mr. Epstein."
Mr. Arnheim edged with her and they moved on their way toward the dining-room.
Mrs. Blondheim from her point of vantage—the wicker rocker—leaned toward her sister-in-law.
"Look, Hanna! that's Louie Epstein, of the Epstein & Son Millinery
Company, with Bella. He's a grand boy. I meet his mother at Doctor
Bergenthal's lecture every Saturday morning. Epstein & Son have got a
grand business, and Bella could do a whole lot worse."
"Well, I wish her luck," said Mrs. Blondheim's sister-in-law.
"I smell fried smelts. Let's go in to lunch."
Mrs. Blondheim stabbed her crochet needle into her spool. "I usually dip my smelts in bread crumbs. Have you ever tried them that way, Hanna?"