“Nothing, papa,” answered Dora, who had modestly and shyly drawn backward to the darkest corner.
“Good news, Mr. Goldberg! Good news!” cried Bennie, dancing about lightly, but with his eyes fixed upon the pretty Dora.
“Vell, tell it, Bennie. Dere has been noding in de shop to-day but troubles, und heartaches, und sorrows.”
“I have been promoted to assistant foreman of the cigar factory, with my wages doubled.”
This was said with an anxious glance in the direction of Dora, which was met by a radiant smile.
“Goot! Goot! Vat are you smiling at, like dot, Dora? Vot you got to do mit Bennie’s goot fortune?”
“Oh, papa,” said Dora, hiding her face, while Bennie manfully took his stand beside her. The father was suddenly enlightened, and, after a brief second, he drew himself together and said:
“Vell, I am not plint. I can see dot two is company and four is a procession. Come, Loney, I vant you to go mit me to de oder rooms und help me to sweep de Oriental rugs.”
“Mr. Goldberg, can I take Dora—and Loney—up de street for a treat? It is up to me now.”
“To treat de Dora and de Loney? Sure, treat dem—but treat dem right.”