An' outta goodness you want me to go an' take a match an' set fire to the roof over my head?
MRS. FIELITZ
You knew that you'd have to go an' build. I said that to myself right off, an' buildin' costs money. There ain't no gettin' away from that fact. An' the few pennies we has ain't more'n a beginnin'. If we had what you might call a real house here … Schmarowski, he'd build us one that'd make all the others look like nothin' … you could have a fine shop here. We might put a few hundred dollars into it an' sell factory shoes. If you'd want to take in repairing you could get a journeyman an' put him here. An' if you wanted to go an' make some new shoes yourself, you could take the time for all I care.
FIELITZ
I don't know! I s'ppose I ain't got sense enough for them things. I thought I'd get hold o' a bit o' money … I thought I'd be able to lay out a bit o' money! Buildin' a little annex of a shop—that's good fun. I thought it all out to myself like—with nice shelves and things like that … an' I planned to hang up a big clock an' such. An' now you sit on your money bag like an old watch dog.
MRS. FIELITZ
That money—it ain't to be thrown away so easy. 'Twas earned too bitter hard for that.
FIELITZ
… You forgets that I've been in trouble before. Is I to go an' get locked up again?