"Who made that dress for you, Birdie? It fits fine."
"That's the dressmaker on Lenox Avenue I was telling you about, Mrs. Adler," replied Mrs. Katzenstein, answering for her daughter. "Me and Birdie go to her for everything. Look at that fit and all!"
"Grand!"
"I'll give you her address if you don't tell everybody. You know how it is when you begin to recommend a dressmaker—up in their prices they go, and that's all the thanks you get."
"You are safe with me, Mrs. Katzenstein."
"Come here, Birdie! Turn round for Mrs. Adler—only twelve dollars to make with findings!"
"I'll take her my blue cloth," said Mrs. Adler.
"You won't regret it. Just tell her I sent you. If you want you can have the address, too, Mrs. Gump."
"I got a compliment for you about the dress you wore last night, Miss Birdie. Wonderful! No trump! This morning at breakfast Marcus said lots about your pretty dress and pretty ways; and for him to say that is a lot; not ten words can I get out of him, as a rule."
"I wish you could hear Birdie, too, Mrs. Gump! Believe me, she thinks he's a fine boy—and how hard that girl is to suit you wouldn't believe it!"