Part 25 (1/2)
”Mrs. Mince,” interrupted Mrs. Ginsburg, dealing the cards with skill and rapidity, ”Doctor Adelberg told my sister-in-law that rolling on the floor two hundred times morning and night had got this diet business beat. All he says you got to be careful about is no water at meals. But with me it's like Aaron says--I keep him busy filling up my gla.s.s at the table.”
”I wish you'd see my Birdie diet, Carrie! The grandest things she won't eat! Last night for supper we had potato _Pfannkuchen_, that would melt in your mouth. Not one will she touch! Her papa says how she lives he don't know.”
”I wish my Marcus would diet a little. I always say to him he's just a little bit too stout--he takes after his poor father,” said Mrs. Gump.
”You can believe me or not, Mrs. Gump; but, so sure as my name is Mince, I got down from a hundred and ninety-two to a hundred and seventy-four in two months! Reducing ain't so bad when you get used to it.”
”Honest now, Mrs. Mince, how I wish my Marcus had such a determination!
But that boy loves to eat--Didn't you see me discard, Mrs.
Weissenheimer?”
”Say, it wasn't so easy! How I worked you can ask my husband. I bend for thirty minutes when I get up in the morning; and if you think it's easy, try it--a cup of hot water and a piece of dry toast for breakfast; lettuce salad, no oil, for lunch; and a chop with dry toast for supper.
What I suffered n.o.body knows!”
”Batta, don't you see I lead from weakness?”
”I wish you could see my husband's partner's daughter!” quoth Mrs.
Kronfeldt. ”I met her on Fifty-third Street last week, and she was so thin I didn't know her--ma.s.sage and diet did it. She ain't feeling so well; but she looks grand--not a sign of hips!”
From an adjoining table Mrs. Silverman waved a plump and deprecatory hand.
”Ladies, don't talk to me about dieting! I know, because I've tried it.
Now I eat what I please. It's standing up twenty minutes after meals that does the reducing. Last summer at Arverne every lady in the hotel did it, and never did I see anything like it! Take my word for it that when my husband came down for Sat.u.r.day and Sunday he didn't know me!”
”_Ach_, Mrs. Silverman, that was almost a grand slam! You should watch my discard!”
”When I came home I had to have two inches taken out of every skirt-band.”
”You don't mean it!”
”Feel, Birdie, my arm. Last summer your thumbs wouldn't have met.”
”I said to mamma when we saw you at the matinee last week, Mrs.
Silverman, you're grand and thin!”
”You try a little lemon in your hot water, Birdie. But you're not too stout--I should say not! You're grand and tall and can stand it.”
”Grand and tall!” echoed Mrs. Gump.
”It's a wonder she isn't as thin as a match, Mrs. Gump, the way that girl does society! Last night it was two o'clock when she got home from Jeanette Lefkowitz's party.”
”I wish you'd heard the grand things Marcus said about you this morning at breakfast, Miss Birdie! I bet your ears were ringing. It's not often that he talks, either, when he's been out.”
”What's this grand news I hear, Mrs. Gump, about your son being taken in the firm and made manager of the new Loeb factory? It's wonderful for a boy to work himself up with a firm like that.”
”There's nothing sure about it yet, Mrs. Silverman. How such things get out I don't know. Marcus is a good boy; and, believe me or not, we think he's got a future with the firm. But you know how it is--there's nothing settled yet, and I don't believe in counting your chickens before they are hatched.”