“And a yard vide,” added Mr. Blum.
“And such a brilliant musician,” said Elias.
“Musician?” echoed her mother. “Well, I should say so. You ought to hear her play, when she really knuckles down to it. Why, you—you'd jump, you'd get so excited. The other night she was only drumming—for fun. I tell you what you do. You come around and call on us some evening, over in Beekman Place. Then you'll hear her, the right way.”
“I shall be very happy to. It's very good of you to ask me.”
“Good? Oh, pshaw; don't mention it. Tillie 'll be delighted.
“We shall esteem it an honor to welcome you in our home, Mr. Bacharach,” Mr. Sternberg said, with a stiffness which he mistook for courtliness. .
“Yes, come over, do,” added Mrs. Sternberg. “Come Sunday evening and take supper with us.” Elias agreed to do so, with thanks.
“You folks come over, too,” said Mrs. Sternberg, addressing the Koch contingent.
“You may count upon us,” replied Mr. Koch, “providing you'll have enough to eat.”
At which sally there was a general laugh.