"Nowadays in New York it ain't like it used to be, Mr. Gump; people can't start in on so little—half of what you make costs Birdie's clothes. Ach, when I think what that girl is used to! Every comfort she has—you can't give her like she's used to, Mr. Gump."
"I told all that to Birdie, Mrs. Katzenstein—I can't give her what she's got at home, and she should take her time to decide."
"That's easy enough to say now after it's in everybody's mouth."
"That Loeb Brothers should play you such a trick," said Mr. Katzenstein—"a boy that's built up a trade like you!"
"Ach, my baby!" sobbed Mrs. Katzenstein. "And now the whole town already knows it! If only he had known this last night, before it was too late!"
"Salcha, how you talk!"
"My own husband turns against me!"
"That they should start little, mamma, is just so good as they should start big. My boy, you got a good head; and with a good head and a good heart you got just so good a start as you need. Go 'way, you foolisher children! You make me sick with your crying and gedinks!"
"Such a father I got, Marcus! What did I tell you, how he would act—what did I tell you?"
She kissed her father lightly on the cheek.