At last I said lamely, "Well, I brought your pie tin back."

"But I must introduce you!" exclaimed the first brother, clapping his

hands together with energy. "This here is the wife of the nice young

man who stopped in and talked to us for awhile this afternoon. We are

the Purtel brothers."

He leaped toward a chair, sat on it and bounded up. He made wild

gestures of apology and self-reproach and indicated that I should sit

on the chair.

The second brother said languidly, "His name is Purtel, if he so

chooses. But my name is Purtel. Please remember that." Mr. Purtel

laughed heartily, wrinkles fanning out from his eyes across his cheeks.

He smacked his fist into the palm of his other hand.

"Usually it's women that change their names when they get married, but

Si here changed his when he got married. Always before, he was

satisfied with Purtel, but ever since he got married it's had to be

Purtel. That's why our sign says "Purtel and Purtel" instead of "Purtel

Brothers"--so people can pronounce it Purtel and Purtel."

"Purtel and Purtel," corrected the second brother, brushing a speck of

something daintily off his shirt sleeve. He lit a cigarette, and I

watched in fascination as the flame curled near his long black fire

hazard.

Mr. Purtel disappeared into the rear part of the building again, but

Mr. Purtel gave me a refund for the pie tin, and then asked me if I had

any children.

"Yes, two," I told him. "A boy and a girl."

He reached into the show case. "Take this for the boy," he said,

bringing out a huge sugary doughnut. "And this for the girl." The

second gift was a luscious cream puff. My mind's eye presented me with

a swift foreglimpse of Donna, her hair stuck into thick strands, her

face covered by whipped cream and a blissful expression.

I told Grant that one of the brothers was nice, but that I didn't care

much for the other. And until bedtime I wondered why Mr. Purtel's

marriage had caused him to become dissatisfied with the name he had

grown up with.

At last, just as I was getting into bed, I thought maybe I had it.

"I'll bet," I thought happily, "his wife's name is Myrtle."

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