"I always say, Mr. Vetsburg, she minds you before she minds anybody else in the world."
"Ma," said Miss Kaufman, close upon that remark, "some succotash, please."
From her vantage down-table, Mrs. Katz leaned a bit forward from the line.
"Look, Mrs. Finshriber, how for a woman her age she snaps her black eyes at him. It ain't hard to guess when a woman's got a marriageable daughter—not?"
"You can take it from me she'll get him for her Ruby yet! And take it from me, too, almost any girl I know, much less Ruby Kaufman, could do worse as get Meyer Vetsburg."
"S-say, I wish it to her to get him. For why once in a while shouldn't a poor girl get a rich man except in books and choruses?"
"Believe me, a girl like Ruby can manage what she wants. Take it from me, she's got it behind her ears."
"I should say so."
"Without it she couldn't get in with such a crowd of rich girls like she does. I got it from Mrs. Abrams in the Arline Apartments how every week she plays five hundred with Nathan Shapiro's daughter."
"No! Shapiro & Stein?"