"No, I live in Pennsylvania," said Feigenbaum. "But I used to live in New York when I was a young feller."
"Why, you're a young feller yet," Fannie suggested coyly.
"Me, I ain't so young no longer," Feigenbaum answered. "At my age I could have it already grandchildren old enough to bring in a couple dollars a week selling papers."
"I believe you should bring up children sensible, too," Miss Goldblatt agreed heartily. "If I had children I would teach 'em they should earn and save money young."
"So?" Feigenbaum said.
"Sure," Miss Goldblatt continued. "I always say that if you make children to be economical when they're young they're economical when they grow up. My poor mother, selig, always impressed it on me I should be economical, and so I am economical."
"Is that so?" Feigenbaum gasped. He felt that he was a drowning man and looked around him for floating straws.
"I ain't so helpless like some other ladies that I know," Miss Goldblatt went on. "My poor mother, selig, was a good housekeeper, and she taught me everything what she knew. She used to say: 'The feller what gets my Fannie won't never die of the indigestion.'"
Feigenbaum nodded gloomily.
"Did you ever suffer from stummick trouble, Mr. Feigenbaum?" she asked.