“What’s getting over you? You ain’t that kind to do such a thing,” I say. But still I do it.
Oi weh, I hear the uncle plainly! “What’s all this mean, these neighbors? Who’s the pretty girl what made such eyes on you?”
“Ain’t she beautiful? Do you like her?” I hear David.
“What? What’s that matter to you?”
“I’ll marry myself to her,” says David.
“Marry! Marry yourself into that beggar house! Are you crazy?”
“A man could get to anywhere with such a beautiful girl.”
“Koosh! Pretty faces is cheap like dirt. What has she got to bring you in for your future? An empty pocketbook? A starving family to hang over your neck?”
“You don’t know nothing about her. You don’t know what you’re saying. She comes from fine people in Russia. You can see her father is a learned man.”
“Ach! You make me a disgust with your calf talk! Poverty winking from every corner of the house! Hunger hollering from all their starved faces! I got too much sense to waste my love on beggars. And all the time I was planning for you an American family, people which are somebodies in this world, which could help you work up a practice! For why did I waste my good dollars on you?”