Yes, he has her on his arm." "You speak as if she were his phylacteries," said Hannah, smiling.

"It would be a pity to disturb them.

So, if you like, you can have me on your arm, as you put it." The young man's face lit up with pleasure, the keener that it was unexpected.
"I am very glad to have such phylacteries on my arm, as you put it," he responded.

"I fancy I should be a good deal _froomer_ if my phylacteries were like that." "What, aren't you _frooms_ ?" she said, as they joined the hungry procession in which she noted Bessie Sugarman on the arm of Daniel Hyams.
"No, I'm a regular wrong'un," he replied.

"As for phylacteries, I almost forget how to lay them." "That _is_ bad," she admitted, though he could not ascertain her own point of view from the tone.
"Well, everybody else is just as bad," he said cheerfully.