think it made him feel safer. He wants people on the street to look at someone else. Anyone else, instead of himself. Even a water wagon or street gamblers give him this odd satisfaction. But why do I talk this way when I like him so much.â He paused and laughed quietly.
Davidâs mother looked at the dish towel, but made no answer.
âYes,â he chuckled, hurriedly. âI like especially the way he never speaks of Tysmenicz without leading in the cattle he once tended.â
âWell, there werenât many things he loved more in the old land.â
âBut to love cattle so,â Luter smiled. âAll I thought of when I saw a cow was that it gave milk. Now when I think of Europe, and of my hamlet, the first thought that comes to me, just as his first thought is a cow or a prize bull, my first thought is of the peasant women. You understand?â
âNaturally, each has his memories.â Having placed the last dishes in the closet, she drew a chair beside Davidâs and sat down. On one side of the table sat Luter, on the other David and his mother.
âExactly,â said Luter, âEach one remembers what appealed to him, and I remember the peasant wenches. Werenât they a striking lot, in their tight checked vests and their dozen petticoats?â He shook his head regretfully. âOne never sees the like here. Itâs a scanty soil from what one sees of it in Brooklyn and its women are spare. But in Sorvik they grew like oaks. They had blonde hair, their eyes blazed. And when they smiled with their white teeth and blue eyes, who could resist them? It was enough to set your blood on fire. The men never dazzled you that way?â he asked after a pause.
âNo, I never paid much attention to them.â
âWell, you wouldnâtâyou were a good Jewish daughter. Besides, the men were a worthless lot, vacant lumps with great shoulders and a nose on them like a split pea. Their women were wasted on them. You know,â his voice was very earnest, âthe only woman I know who reminds me of those girls, is you.â
She reddened, threw back her head and laughed, âMe? Iâm only a good Jewish daughter.â
âI am not accusing you of anything else, but never since I have been in America have I seen a woman that so reminded me of them. Their lips were so full, so ripe, as if to be kissed.â
She smiled curiously with one cheek. âGod knows, there must be enough Austrian peasants even in this land. If Jews were let in, surely no one would bar the Slovaks.â
Luter looked down at the ring he was twisting around his finger. âYes, I suppose so. I have seen a few of them, but none I cared much about.â
âYou better look about a little more then.â
Luterâs face grew strangely sober, the lines about his nostrils deepened. Without lifting his head, his eyes slanted up at Davidâs mother. âPerhaps I can stop looking.â
She laughed outright. âDonât be foolish, Mr. Luter!â
âMr. Luter!â He looked annoyed for a moment, then shrugged and smiled. âNow that you know me so well, why use the formal still?â
âApparently I donât know you so well.â
âIt takes a little time,â he admitted. His gaze roved about the room and came to rest on David. âPerhaps you would like some refreshments?â
âNo, but if you do, I can make some tea.â
âNo, thanks,â he said solicitously, âdonât take the trouble. But I know what you would likeâa little ice cream.â
âPlease donât bother.â
âWhy, itâs no trouble. The young one there will go down for us.â He drew out a coin. âHere, you know where the candy store is. Go get some tutti frutti and chocolate. You like it donât you?â
With troubled eyes David looked first at Luter, then at the coin. Beneath the table a hand gently pressed his