By
"merchandise" he meant a Miss Kalmanovitch, the daughter of a
wealthy furniture-dealer, to whom I was to be introduced at the
Nodelman residence four days later. "She is a peach of a girl,
beautiful as the sun, and no runt, either; a lovely girl." "Good
looks aren't everything. Beauty is skin deep, and handsome is as
handsome does," I paraded my English
"Oh, she is a good girl every way: a fine housekeeper,
good-natured, and educated. Gee! how educated she is! Why, she
has a pile of books in her room, Bella says, a pile that high." He
raised his hand above his head. "She is dead stuck on her, Bella
is."
Owing to an illness in the Kalmanovitch family, the projected
meeting could not take place, but Nodelman's birthday was to be
celebrated in March, so the gathering was to serve as a
match-making agency as well as a social function
The great event came to pass on a Sunday evening. The prospect
of facing a girl who offered herself as a candidate for becoming
my wife put me all in a flutter. It took me a long time to dress and
I made my appearance at the Nodelmans' rather late in the
evening.
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