She managed to gloss over the question of Olga.
Ill. Detained. Last minute. Too brave to sacrifice her
husband's American tour. She finished her sketch and gave
it to the woman reporter. It was an amazingly compelling
little piece of work--and yet, not so amazing, perhaps,
when you consider the thing that Fanny Brandeis had put into
it. Then she sent them away, tactfully. They left, knowing
all that Fanny Brandeis had wanted them to know; guessing
little that she had not wanted them to guess. More than
that no human being can accomplish, without the advice of
his lawyer.
"Whew!" from Fanny, when the door had closed.
"Gott im Himmel!" from Theodore. "I had forgotten that
America was like that."
"But America IS like that. And Teddy, we're going to
make it sit up and take notice."
At that Theodore drooped again. Fanny thought that he
looked startlingly as she remembered her father had looked
in those days of her childhood, when Brandeis' Bazaar was
slithering downhill. The sight of him moved her to a sudden
resolve.
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