She saw no thing. She understood no thing. But she was at ease as an infant, also perhaps not knowing, who sucks and who swallows.—Why is Statt also a child?
Abe Mangel was there. He bowed to the group near the door and came beside Fanny. She held out both her hands and smiled at him.
“Sit down!”
Old man with the heavy face of the Jew!—Your eyes are dark wells, your brow is dry and rumpled like an old bit of parchment. Your nose and your lips droop wearily, old man!
“You are tired, Mr. Mangel.”
“O it’s nothing. Tessie’ll cheer me up, a little....”
“Mr. Mangel—may I ask you a question?”
He looked at Fanny with compassion.—You are young too? you too ask questions?... “Why of course, Fanny. Go on.”
“Why do I like you, Mr. Mangel?”
“O—that! You’ll hav’ to answer that yourself. Such woman foolishness, liking me! how can a man explain?”