"Mommy, don't make me say it. Maybe if—when his uncle Meyer takes him in the business, we—"
"Baby, not Leo?"
"Oh, mommy, mommy!" And she buried her hot, revealing face into the fresh net V.
"Why—why, baby, a—a boy like that!"
"Twenty-three, mama, ain't a boy!"
"But, Ruby, just a clerk in his father's hotel, and two older brothers already in it. A—a boy that 'ain't got a start yet."
"That's just it, ma. We—we're waiting! Waiting before we talk even—even much to each other yet. Maybe—maybe his uncle Meyer is going to take him in the business, but it ain't sure yet. We—"
"A little yellow-haired boy like him that—that can't support you, baby, unless you live right there in his mother's and father's hotel away—away from me!"
"Ma!"
"Ruby, a smart girl like you. A little snip what don't make salt yet, when you can have the uncle hisself!"