If Leah only had her years and looks and dash, she would twist any man in the world around her finger.

But I can never teach this Hungarian madcap, Leah's velvet softness and never-tiring patience." The prosperous pharmacist gleefully paid for his dinner and nimbly chased an East-side ferry-bound car.

He laughed in spite of himself at Emil's unflagging deviltry.

"He is a credit to Leah's Polish blood and my Austrian nurture," mused Braun.

"The young wretch might be dangerous, too.