“What does your husband do?”
“He’s a glass-blower. But he’s sick now.”
During the colloquy Jennie’s large blue eyes were wide with interest. Whenever he looked at her she turned upon him such a frank, unsophisticated gaze, and smiled in such a vague, sweet way, that he could not keep his eyes off of her for more than a minute of the time.
“Well,” he continued, sympathetically, “that is too bad! I have some washing here not very much but you are welcome to it. Next week there may be more.”
He went about now, stuffing articles of apparel into a blue cotton bag with a pretty design on the side.
“Do you want these any certain day?” questioned Mrs. Gerhardt.
“No,” he said, reflectively; “any day next week will do.”
She thanked him with a simple phrase, and started to go.
“Let me see,” he said, stepping ahead of them and opening the door, “you may bring them back Monday.”
“Yes, sir,” said Mrs. Gerhardt. “Thank you.”