"Go 'way, you children!" he repeated. "You got it too good as it is—ain't it, mamma?"
"I guess you're right, Rudolph; but how I had plans for that girl, papa can tell you, Marcus! You're a good boy, Marcus, and she's got her heart set on you; but I—I hate it how everybody can talk now—something to talk about for them all!"
"They should talk!" said Mr. Katzenstein, lighting a cigar. "And talk and talk!"
"What I ordered embroidered linens enough for five rooms now I don't know, Birdie! If you want him I say you should have him—but how I had plans for that girl!"
"I'll work for her, all right, Mrs. Katzenstein. It will be five rooms before you know it—this don't mean, Mrs. Katzenstein—maw!—that I won't ever get up."
"Kiss me, Marcus," said Mrs. Katzenstein. "That she should be happy is all I care."
"Now, Marcus, we'll go up and see Mamma Gump."
"Get ready, little Birdie," he said.
"Good night, Marcus! You're a good boy, and you'll be good to our baby. Even if she ain't got it so grand, she's got a good husband—that's more than Meena Ginsburg's got."
"Run along, you children," said Mr. Katzenstein. "Here, Marcus, put a cigar in your pocket—one of Goldstein's ten-cent specials."