"Yes," admitted Miss Bailey, "I saw the diamonds." Not to have seen the paste buckle which menaced Mrs. Borrachsohn's left eye would have been to be blind indeed.
"Und extra, you says you should wash out his mouth," Morris remonstrated. "I guess, maybe, you fools."
"You'll see," said Miss Bailey blithely. "And now trot along, my dear.
Good afternoon."
Teacher hurried into her jacket and was buttoning her gloves when the
Monitor of the Gold-Fish Bowl looked timidly in.
"What now?" asked Teacher.
"Well," said Morris, and breathed hard,
"I guess you don't know 'bout Isaac Borrachsohn."
Miss Bailey fell away into helpless laughter. "That would not be your fault, honey, even if it were true," she said. "But what has he been doing since I saw you?"
"It's his papa," answered Morris. "His papa's got p'rades."
"He has what?"