"Theodore
stay home! Why Mrs.--Molly--Brandeis!" Then she broke into
a little relieved laugh. "But you're just fooling, of
course."
"No, I'm not. If you really want to go I'll tell Theodore
to give up his ticket to his sister."
"Well, my goodness! I guess I'm not a pig. I wouldn't have
Theodore stay home, not for a million dollars."
"I knew you wouldn't," said Molly Brandeis as they swung
down Norris Street. And she told Fanny briefly of what
Schabelitz had said about Theodore.
It was typical of Theodore that he ate his usual supper that
night. He may have got his excitement vicariously from
Fanny. She was thrilled enough for two. Her food lay
almost untouched on her plate. She chattered incessantly.
When Theodore began to eat his second baked apple with
cream, her outraged feelings voiced their protest.
"But, Theodore, I don't see how you can!"
"Can what?"
"Eat like that. When you're going to hear him play. And
after what he said, and everything."
"Well, is that any reason why I should starve to death?"
"But I don't see how you can," repeated Fanny helplessly,
and looked at her mother.
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