"Vell. Vell. Vat iss it?"
"They put him in a room all by himself und take his appendix away from him."
"Na! Na! Na! Vat a pity, ain't it, he didn't have it in his wife's name?"
Why, I was taken sick myself lately—such thing will happen even in the best regulated families, you know.
The doctor came and said that he
Would make another man of me.
"All right," said I, "and if you will,
Just send that other man your bill."
While I was on my way here there was a fire down in one of those thickly populated streets where twenty families and more live, like sardines, in a tenement. The fire engine came booming along, and as usual created tremendous excitement.
I noticed a small chap on a bicycle riding zigzag in front of the machine, evidently anxious to keep up with it and get to the fire in time to watch it begin work.
Half a dozen times the driver had to pull up suddenly to avoid running over the nervy little Hebrew, and this of course made the firemen riding with the machine furious.