"Louis Goldman, Uncle Louis," she explained.
"What is your uncle?"
"A shoemaker."
"And who else?"
"Uncle Marcus."
"And what is he?"
"A bum," the little boy put in. "A bum, that's what he is." I had a hard time to get him out of his sister's hands. They were still trying to kick him when the mother came in.
Mrs. D. remained at the door in surprise, evidently wondering who I was.
"What do you want?" she questioned.