Nodelman said to her husband,
frigidly
My friend desisted, sheepishly
"He does seem to be afraid of his American household," I said to
myself
After the meal, when we were all in the parlor again, Nodelman
said to his wife, winking at me: "Poor fellow, his patience has all
given out. He wants to know about the girl you've got for him. He
has no strength any longer. Can't you see it, Bella? Look at him!
Look at him! Another minute and he'll faint."
"What girl? Oh, I see! Why, there is more than one!" Mrs.
Nodelman returned, confusedly. "I didn't mean anybody in
particular. There are plenty of young ladies."
"That's the trouble. There are plenty, and no one in particular," I
said
"Don't cry," Nodelman said. "Just be a good boy and Mrs.
Nodelman will get you a peach of a young lady. Won't you,
Bella?"
"I guess so," she answered, with a smile
"Don't you understand?" he proceeded to explain. "She first wants
to know the kind of customer you are. Then she'll know what kind
of merchandise to look for. Isn't that it, Bella?"
She made no answer
"I hope Mrs.
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