"I always say the day what Meyer Vetsburg, when he was only a clerk in the firm, answered my furnished-room advertisement was the luckiest day in my life."
"You ought to heard, ma. I was teasing him the other day, telling him that he ought to live at the Savoy, now that he's a two-thirds member of the firm."
"Ruby!"
"I was only teasing, ma. You just ought to seen his face. Any day he'd leave us!"
Mrs. Kaufman placed a warm, insinuating arm around her daughter's slim waist, drawing her around the chair-side and to her. "There's only one way, baby, Meyer Vetsburg can ever leave me and make me happy when he leaves."
"Ma, what you mean?"
"You know, baby, without mama coming right out in words."
"Ma, honest I don't. What?"
"You see it coming just like I do. Don't fool mama, baby."
The slender lines of Miss Kaufman's waist stiffened, and she half slipped from the embrace.