"And what for the little mammela?"
"I'm fed up, Roody. Mamma closed the store at five to run over with some of that milk-shake like Doctor Aarons said. He sent his little son Isadore over with the prescription. Like I said to mamma, she should let the Canal Street Kosher Sausage Company do double the business from five until six while she closes shop to carry her daughter a milk-shake! Like I was used to it from home!"
"When my girl gets to be a little mammela, the best shouldn't be none too good."
She continued to stroke up at his sleeve and occasionally on up into his uneven shock of red hair.
"You miss me in the shop, Roody?"
"You should just see once how that Ruby Grabenheiner sits at your machine! She does one-half your work not one-half so good."
"I'll be back next week Monday."
He patted her quickly. "No! No! A mammela's place is with her baby."
"Roody, you make me laugh. I should sit at home now since we got a new mouth to feed? That would be a fine come-off!"
"Who do you think was just in, Rosie? Emil Hahn."