"There's no kick
comin' on that score. But my daughter says with her dresses she
could go to any hotel in Atlantic City, and she's right, too. I don't
care what you say."
I fled as soon as I could. I went to look for a seat on the spacious
veranda. I said to myself that Miss Tevkin and Miss Siegel must
have had an appointment with some one else and that I had no
cause for feeling slighted by them
I felt reassured, but I was lonely. I was yearning for some
congenial company, and blamed fate for having allowed Miss
Tevkin to make another engagement--if she had
The veranda was crowded and almost as noisy as the dining-room
had been.
There was a hubbub of broken English, the gibberish being mostly
spoken with self-confidence and ease. Indeed, many of these
people had some difficulty in speaking their native tongue. Bad
English replete with literal translations from untranslatable
Yiddish idioms had become their natural speech. The younger
parents, however, more susceptible of the influence of their
children, spoke purer English.
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