"Now, mama! Now, mama!"
"I got a heaviness—here—inside. I got a heaviness—"
Mrs. Coblenz slid down to her knees beside the chair.
"Now, mama; shame on my little mama! Is that the way to act when Shila comes up after a good day? 'Ain't we got just lots to be thankful for—the business growing and the bank-book growing, and our Selene on top? Shame on mama!"
"I got a heaviness—here—inside—here."
Mrs. Coblenz reached up for the old hand, patting it.
"It's nothing, mama—a little nervousness."
"I'm an old woman. I—"
"And just think, Shila's mama, Mark Haas is going to get us letters and passports and—"
"My son—my boy—his father before him—"