"Yes; come here, Ruby, and let me kiss you. Since poor papa's gone you can never know what that boy has been to me, Ruby—such a son; not out of the house would he go without me! It's like I was giving away my heart to give him up—like I was tearing it right out from inside of me! Ach, but how glad I am for him!"
"Aw, mamma—like you was giving me up!"
Mr. Ginsburg swallowed with such difficulty that the tears sprang into his eyes.
"I ain't taking him away from you, Mrs. Ginsburg—he's your son as much as ever—and more."
"Call her mamma, Ruby—just like I do."
"Mamma! Just don't you worry, mamma; it's going to be grand for you and me and all of us."
"Hear her, mamma, how she talks! Ain't she a girl for you?"
"You—you children mustn't mind me—I'm an old woman. You go in the front room, and I'll be all right in a minute—so happy I am for my boy. You bad boy, you—not to tell your mamma the other night!"
"Mamma, so help me, I didn't know it myself till I seen her come back to-day so pretty, and all—I just felt it inside of me all of a sudden."
"Aw, Abe—ain't he the silly talker, Mrs. Ginsburg?—mamma! You mustn't cry, mamma; we'll make it grand for you."