"Call the boy after that drinker—that bum! What for? The feller ain't no relation to me at all. Why should we call the precious lamb after Beckie Seiden's relations?"
"Do you mean to told me," he said, "that Pesach Gubin ain't no relation to Bessie at all?"
Mrs. Saphir nodded and blushed.
"The way families is mixed up nowadays, Hillel," she said, "it don't do no harm to claim relation with some people."
Her face commenced to resume its normal colour.
"Especially," she added, "if they got money."
CHAPTER FOUR
SERPENTS' TEETH
"All right, Max," cried Samuel Gembitz, senior member of S. Gembitz & Sons; "if you think you know more about it as I do, Max, go ahead and make up that style in all them fancy shades. But listen to what I'm telling you, Max: black, navy blue, brown, and smoke is plenty enough; and all them copenhoogens, wisterias, and tchampanyers we would get stuck with, just as sure as little apples."