Ikey—It cannot vas, papa, for why it cannot vas?
Papa—You see, Ikey, ven I vas a young man I vas married twice and Rosa Lipshuts iss your sistair also.
At this Ikey could no longer contain himself and gave vent to his feelings in an outburst of boo-hooing. To hide his disappointment he sought refuge in his room where his mother, attracted by his sobs, came to console him.
Mama—Ikey, for vhy are you crying?
Ikey—Oh, mama it’s too terrible, it’s too terrible.
Mama—Tell your mama, Ikey, for vhy do you cry?
Ikey did.
Mama (patting her boy on the head)—Dat’s all right, Ikey. You go an marry de goil. She’s a good goil, she’s got lots of money, and—
Ikey (between sobs)—But, mama, it cannot vas.
Mama—Yes, it can vas, Ikey. You see ven a young goil I vas married before also and your papa is not your fathair.