“You’ll get better now.”
“Fanny,” the words came low. “Do I want to get better?”
It was afternoon, and Fanny serving tea.
She gave a cup to Jack Baruch: rich-bodied boy with thin long wrists and gold-curled hair, vague eyes, and a cupid’s Bow for a mouth.
She gave a cup to Foxie Wesser—master of Jack: a fellow angular and small with sharp nose, sharp eyes.
She gave a cup to Thelma Clark and to Mildred.
“I like tea,” said Jack.
“Why shouldn’t you?” asked Fanny. It struck her sudden how quietly these two young men were dressed in their excellent store clothes.
“Well, it’s funny to like tea. Luve, you’re a wonder, makin’ us come here and have a good time, drinking tea.”