"Ya, ya, more as that I get excited over such nonsenses."
"No, to your papa you children say nothing. It's me that gets my head dinned full. Your children, Julius, think that for me you do anything what I ask you; but I don't see it. Pass your papa the dumplings, Poil. Can I help it that he carries on him a face like a funeral?"
"Na, na, Becky; for why should I have a long face? To-morrow I buy me a false face like on Valentine's Day, and then you don't have to look at me no more."
"See! Right away mad he gets with me. Izzy, them noodles I made only on your account; in the city you don't get 'em like that, huh? Some more Kartoffel Salad, Julius?"
"Ya, but not so much! My face don't suit my wife and children yet, that's the latest."
"Three times a day all week, Izzy, I ask your papa if he don't feel right. 'Yes,' he says, always 'yes.' Like I says to Poil, what's got him since he's in the new store I don't know."
"Ach, you—the whole three of you make me sick! What you want me to do, walk the tight rope to show what a good humor I got?"
"No; we want, Julius, that you should come home every night with a long face on you till for the neighbors I'm ashamed."
"A little more Kartoffel Salad, Becky? Not so much!"
"Like they don't talk enough about us already. With a young lady in the house we live out here where the dogs won't bark at us."