It's the last
expense I'll ever be to you, mama."
"Oh, baby, don't say that!"
"I--me and Lester--Lester and me were talking, mama--when the engagement's
announced next week--a reception--"
"We can clear out this room, move the bed out of gramaw's room into ours,
and serve the ice-cream and cake in--"
"Oh, mama, I don't mean--that!"
"What?"
"Who ever heard of having a reception _here_! People won't come from town
'way out to this old--cabbage-patch. Even Gertie Wolf, with their big
house on West Pine Boulevard, had her reception at the Walsingham Hotel.
You--We--can't expect Mark Haas and all the relations--the Sinsheimers--
and--all to come out here. I'd rather not have any."
"But, Selene, everybody knows we ain't millionaires, and that you got in
with that crowd through being friends at school with Amy Rosen. All the
city salesmen and the boys on Washington Avenue, even Mark Haas himself,
that time he was in the store with Lester, knows the way we live. You don't
need to be ashamed of your little home, Selene, even if it ain't on West
Pine Boulevard."
"It'll be--your last expense, mama. The Walsingham, that's where the girl
that Lester Goldmark marries is expected to have her reception.
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