"That a boy should leave his old father like that!"
"Wasn't you always kickin' to me, pa, that there wasn't a future in the business after the transaction came—wasn't you?"
"No more arguments you get with me!"
"What chance, Julius, I ask you, has a goil like Poil got out here in Newton? To sit on the front porch nights with Meena Schlossman don't get her nowheres; to go to the moving—pictures with Eddie Goldstone, what can't make salt for hisself, ain't nothing for a goil that hopes to do well for herself. If she only looks out of the corner of her eye at Mike Donnely three fits right away you take!"
"Gott, that's what we need yet!"
"See, even when I mention it, look at him, Poil, how red he gets! But should she sit and sit?"
"Ach, such talk makes me sick. Plenty girls outside the city gets better husbands as in it. Na, na, mamma, did you find me in the city?"
"Ach, Julius, stop foolin'. When I got you for a husband enough trouble I found for myself."
"In my business like it goes down every day, Becky, I ain't got the right to make a move."
"See, the poor mouth again! Just so soon as we begin to talk about things. A man that can afford only last March to take out a new five-thousand-dollar life-insurance policy—"