by Whistling-Dixie Philly…
“Well, at least she’s no damn Yankee,” said Mother, and that was the closest thing to a compliment I was ever going to get. “That girl, while you were at Princeton, the one with the, the nose, you know, the…”
“The Jewish girl,” I said.
“Don’t you use that tone with me,” said Mother. “This new girl, she’s not, you know?“
“No Mother, she’s not Jewish.”