Mrs. Lezinsky. Five dollars! [Drops everything and stands looking dreamily through the shop window at the baby-carriage. She takes a roll of money from her bosom and counts it. Shakes her head dispiritedly and sighs. She makes an estimate of the money coming in from the work on hand. Pointing to Mr. Rosenbloom's suit.] Two dollars for that—[Turns from the suit to a pair of torn trousers.] Half a dollar, anyhow—[Points to the lady's coat on which she has been sewing buttons.] A dollar—maybe—[Hears some one coming, thrusts the roll of money back into her bosom.]
Lezinsky [comes in. Spare. Medium height. Pronounced Semitic type. He wears glasses with very thick lenses.] Where are the children?
Mrs. Lezinsky. Mrs. Klein takes them to the moving pictures with her Izzy.
Lezinsky. Always to the moving pictures! The children go blind, too, pretty soon.
Mrs. Lezinsky. The doctor didn't make your eyes no better, Solly?
Lezinsky. How should he make them better when he says all the time: "Don't use them." And all the time a man must keep right on working to put bread in the mouths of his children. And soon, now, another one comes—nebbich!
Mrs. Lezinsky. Maybe your eyes get much better now when our little Eileen comes.
Lezinsky. Better a boy, Goldie: that helps more in the business.
Mrs. Lezinsky. It's time our David and Julius and Benny should have a little sister now. They like that. Such another little girl like Mrs. Rooney's Eileen. When it is, maybe, a girl, we call her Eileen—like Mrs. Rooney's Eileen. Such a gorgeous name—that Eileen! Yes, Solly?
Lezinsky. Eileen! A Goy name! She should be Rebecca for your mother or Zipporah for mine.