"Julius don't eat smelts."
They moved toward the dining-room.
Late that afternoon Miss Sternberger and Mr. Arnheim returned from a sail. Their faces were flushed and full of shy, sweet mystery.
"I can't show you the models the way I'd like to, dearie, but I got 'em in colors just like the real thing."
"Oh, Simon, you're doin' a thing like this for me without me even askin' you!"
His hold of her arm tightened. "I wouldn't show these here to my own sister before the twenty-fifth of the month. Now you know how you stand with me, little one."
"Oh," she cried, "I'm so excited! It's just like lookin' behind the scenes in a theayter."
He left her and returned a few moments later with a flat, red-covered portfolio. They sought out an unmolested spot and snuggled in a corner of a plush divan in one of the deserted parlors. He drew back the cover and their heads bent low.
At each turn of the pages she breathed her ecstasy and gave out shrills and calls of admiration.
"Oh, Simon, ain't that pink one a beauty! Ain't that skirt the swellest thing you ever seen!"