"
"Look at him! He's stuck on her. Does she know it? If she does not,
I'll tell her and collect a marriage-broker's commission."
I loathed myself for having talked too much.
"I was joking, of course," I tried to mend matters. "All girls are
pretty." Luckily Mrs. Kalch's attention was at this point diverted
by the arrival of the waiter with a huge platter laden with roast
chicken, which he placed in the middle of the table. There ensued
a silent race for the best portions.
One of the other two women at the table was the first to obtain
possession of the platter. Taking her time about it, she first made
a careful examination of its contents and then attacked what she
evidently considered a choice piece. By way of calling my
attention to the proceeding, Auntie Yetta stepped on my foot
under the table and gave me a knowing glance
The noise in the dining-room was unendurable. It seemed as
though everybody was talking at the top of his voice. The
musicians--a pianist and two violinists--found it difficult to make
themselves heard.
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