Father (in high glee): “Vell, Repecka, unt vat do you t’ink ohf our Ikey now? Look ad him. He’s put on mine coat unt vest to make him look like a man, unt den got dree lemons for a sign, unt he’s shtarted a pawnbroker’s shtore on der sidewalk. Mark mein vords, he’ll haf der clothes off dem Cristian poys’ packs before dey goes away.”
PATERNAL PRIDE.
“If there’s a child in the sixt’ ward kin bate that wan o’ moine at dhrinkin’, fetch him along, and I’ll set up the licker for the house. Ah! but it’s a proud woman his mother’d be this day if she wuz on’y aloive to see him!”
“Agnes, does your father drink, too?”
“She must be getting better. It is the first time she has smiled.”
TOO MUCH FOR HIM.