David was always trying to learn me how to make myself over for an American. Sometimes he would spend out fifteen cents to buy me the “Ladies’ Home Journal” to read about American life, and my whole head was put away on how to look neat and be up-to-date like the American girls. Till long hours in the night I used to stay up brushing and pressing my plain blue suit with the white collar what David liked, and washing my waists, and fixing up my hat like the pattern magazines show you. On holidays he took me out for a dinner by a restaurant, to learn me how the Americans eat, with napkins, and use up so many plates--the butter by itself, and the bread by itself, and the meat by itself, and the potatoes by itself. Always when the six o’clock whistle blowed, he was waiting for me on the corner from the shop to take me home. “Ut, there waits Sara’s doctor feller,” the girls were nudging one to the other, as we went out from the shop. “Ain’t she the lucky one!” All the way as we walked along he was learning me how to throw off my greenhorn talk, and say out the words in the American. He used to stop me in the middle of the pavement and laugh from me, shaking me: “No t’ink or t’ank or t’ought, now. You’re an American,” he would say to me. And then he would fix my tongue and teeth together and make me say after him: “th-think, th-thank, th-thought; this, that, there.” And if I said the words right, he kissed me in the hall when we got home. And if I said them wrong, he kissed me anyhow. He moved next door to us, so we shouldn’t lose the sweetness from one little minute that we could be together. There was only the thin wall between our kitchen and his room, and the first thing in the morning, we would knock in one to the other to begin the day together. “See what I got for you, Hertzele,” he said to me one day, holding up a grand printed card. I gave a read. It was the ticket invitation for his graduation from college. I gave it a touch, with pride melting over in my heart. “Only one week more, and you’ll be a doctor for the world!” “And then, heart of mine,” he said, drawing me over to him and kissing me on the lips, “when I get my office fixed up, you will marry me?” “Ach, such a happiness,” I answered, “to be together all the time, and wait on you and cook for you, and do everything for you, like if I was your mother!” “Uncle Rosenberg is coming special from Boston for my graduation.” “The one what helped out your chance for college?” I asked. “Yes, and he’s going to start me up the doctor’s office, he says. Like his son he looks on me, because he only got daughters in his family.” “Ach, the good heart! He’ll yet have joy and good luck from us! What is he saying about me?” I ask. “I want him to see you first, darling. You can’t help going to his heart, when he’ll only give a look on you.”