"I says to Marcus, papa, it's enough; you and mamma had less than half that much."
"Ach, my poor baby! My poor baby!"
"I ain't your poor baby, mamma. It could be worse—believe me—"
"Oh! And I thought he was going to have that grand position and give it to her so fine—how I told everybody; how I—"
"Don't get excited, Salcha! Let's sit quiet and talk it over."
"Such plans as I had for that girl, papa! I had it all fixed that she should have one of those five rooms and a sleeping-out porch over Batta! Already I talked to Tillie that she should go to her."
Mrs. Katzenstein sniffled and wiped each eye with the back of her hand.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Katzenstein."
"That don't get you nowhere, Mr. Gump. If you had only known this last night! Now what will people say?"
"Mamma!"