"She's sure a grand little thing cuddled up there, ain't it so, mammela?" She reached up to pat his blue shirt-sleeve. "There's some herring on the table mamma brought over, and some raw meat and onions. That's some _borshtsh_ on the stove Etta carried all the way over from Hester Street for your supper." "And what for the little mammela?" "I'm fed up, Roody. Mamma closed the store at five to run over with some of that milk-shake like Doctor Aarons said. He sent his little son Isadore over with the prescription. Like I said to mamma, she should let the Canal Street Kosher Sausage Company do double the business from five until six while she closes shop to carry her daughter a milk-shake! Like I was used to it from home!" "When my girl gets to be a little mammela, the best shouldn't be none too good." She continued to stroke up at his sleeve and occasionally on up into his uneven shock of red hair. "You miss me in the shop, Roody?" "You should just see once how that Ruby Grabenheiner sits at your machine! She does one-half your work not one-half so good." "I'll be back next week Monday." He patted her quickly. "No! No! A mammela's place is with her baby." "Roody, you make me laugh. I should sit at home now since we got a new mouth to feed? That would be a fine come-off!" "Who do you think was just in, Rosie? Emil Hahn." "Sol is going to make for me, Roody, one of those little packing-case cribs like he built for Etta up in the pants-factory, so when the machine works it rocks, too. Did--did the check from Solomon & Glauber come in on the last mail, Roody?" "Now, Rosie, you mustn't worry yourself about such--" "What you looking so funny for, Roody?" "I was starting to tell you, Rosie--Hahn was just in and--" "Roody, don't change the subject on me always. You looked funny. Is it something wrong with Solomon & Glau--" "If you don't take the cake, Rosie! Now, why should I look funny? 'Funny,' she says I look, I'm hungry. I smell Etta's _borshtsh_." She half raised herself, the pulling lips of the child drawing up the little head from the cove of arm. "Rosie, you mustn't lift up that way!" "Roody, I can read you like a book! Solomon & Glauber have countermanded, too." "Now, Rosie, wouldn't that keep until--" "They have!" "Well, if you got to know it, Rosie, they're shipping back the consignment." "Roody!" "What you going to do about it? Give you my word never seen the like. It's like the rainy-day skirt had died overnight. All of a sudden from a novelty, I find myself with such a commodity that every manufacturer in the business is making them up for himself." "You seen it first, though, Roody. Nobody can take it away from you that you seen first how the rainy-day skirt and its shortness would be such a success with the women." "'Seen it first,' she says! Say, what good does it do me if I didn't see far enough? I pick for myself such a success that I crowd myself out of business."