"Ought to seen, ma, the row of police outside—"
"Hush up, Roody! Don't you see your brother is trying to get his breath?"
From Mrs. Isadore Kantor: "You ought to seen the balconies, mother.
Isadore and I went up just to see the jam."
"Six thousand dollars in the house to-night if there was a cent," said
Isadore Kantor.
"Hand me my violin please, Esther. I must have scratched it, the way they pushed."
"No, son; you didn't. I've already rubbed it up. Sit quiet, darlink!"
He was limply white, as if the vitality had flowed out of him.
"God! Wasn't it—tremendous?"
"Six thousand if there was a cent," repeated Isadore Kantor; "more than
Rimsky ever played to in his life!"
"Oh, Izzy, you make me sick, always counting—counting."