"Ain't I the silly one myself to cry when I'm so happy for you? I'll be all right in a minute—so happy I am!"
"Ruby, you tell mamma how grand it'll be."
Miss Cohn placed her arms about Mrs. Ginsburg's neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed her on the tear-wet lips.
"You always got a home with us, mamma. Me and Abie wouldn't be engaged this minute if it wasn't that you would always have a home with us."
With one swoop Mr. Ginsburg gathered the two women in a mutual embrace that strained his arms from their sockets; his voice was taut, like one who talks through a throat that aches.
"My little mamma and my little Ruby—ain't it?"
Mrs. Ginsburg dried her eyes on a corner of her apron and smiled at them with fresh tears forming instantly.
"He's been a good boy, Ruby. I only want that he should make just so good a husband. I always said the girl that gets him does well enough for herself. I don't want to brag on my own child, but—if—"
"Aw, mamma!"
"But, if I do say it myself, he's been a good boy to his mother."