After introducing me to two of the
girls and causing them to introduce me to the other two, she said:
"And now go for him, young ladies! You know who Mr. Levinsky
is, don't you? It isn't some kike. It's David Levinsky, the
cloak-manufacturer. Don't miss your chance. Try to catch him."
"I'm ready," said Miss Lazar, a pretty brunette in white
"She's all right," declared Auntie Yetta. "Her tongue cuts like a
knife that has just been sharpened, but she's as good as gold."
"Am I? I ain't so sure about it. You had better look out, Mr.
Levinsky," the brunette in white warned me
"Why, that just makes it interesting," I returned. "Danger is
tempting, you know. How are you going to catch me--with a net or
a trap?"
Auntie Yetta interrupted us. "I'm off," she said, rising to go. "I can
safely leave you in their hands, Mr. Levinsky. They'll take care of
you," she said, with a wink, as she departed
"You haven't answered my question," I said to Miss Lazar
"What was it?"
"She has a poor memory, don't you know," laughed a girl in a
yellow shirt-waist.
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