MRS. LEZINSKY. Bring her in, Mrs. Rooney. Such a beautiful child--your Eileen!
MRS. ROONEY. Can"t stop--where"s the kids?
MRS. LEZINSKY. The janitress takes them to the moving pictures with her Izzy.
MRS. ROONEY. You wouldn"t believe the things I"ve run across this day, packing. [_Puts down the skates._] I"m thinking these skates"ll fit one of your lads. My Mickey--G.o.d rest his soul!--used to tear around great on them.
MRS. LEZINSKY. Fine, Mrs. Rooney! [_Examines the skates._ But couldn"t you save them for Eileen?
MRS. ROONEY. Sure, she"d be long growing up to them and they be laying by gathering the rust.
MRS. LEZINSKY. My David and Julius and Benny could die for joy with these fine skates, I tell you, Mrs. Rooney.
MRS. ROONEY. Here"s an old book [_hands Mrs. Lezinsky the book_], but too good to throw away entirely.
MRS. LEZINSKY [_opens the book_]. Fine, Mrs. Rooney! Such a book with pictures in it! My Benny"s wild for picture books. Julius reads, reads--always learning. Something wonderful, I tell you. Just like the papa--my Solly ruins himself with his nose always stuck in the Torah.
MRS. ROONEY. The Toro? "Tis a book I never heard tell of.
MRS. LEZINSKY. The law and the prophets--my Solly was meant to be a rabbi once.
MRS. ROONEY. A rabbi?
MRS. LEZINSKY. You know what a rabbi is by us, Mrs. Rooney?
MRS. ROONEY. Indeed, I know what a rabbi is, Mrs. Lezinsky--a rabbi is a Jewish priest.
MRS. LEZINSKY. You don"t hate the Jewish religion, Mrs. Rooney?
MRS. ROONEY. Every one has a right to their own religion. Some of us are born Jewish--like you, Mrs. Lezinsky, and some are born Catholics, like me.
MRS. LEZINSKY. Catholics like you are fine, Mrs. Rooney. Such a good neighbor! A good customer, too! Why should you move away now, Mrs.
Rooney?
MRS. ROONEY. The air in the Bronx will be fine for Eileen. "Tis a great pity you couldn"t be moving there, yourself. With the fresh air and the cheap rent, "twould be great for yourself and the boys--not to mention the baby that"s coming to you.
MRS. LEZINSKY. Thank G.o.d, that don"t happen for a little while yet. But in the hottest weather--maybe--some Septembers--even so late yet--ain"t it, Mrs. Rooney? Always trouble by us. Such expense, too. The agent takes the rent to-day. With Solly"s eyes so bad it"s a blessing when we can pay the rent even. And the gas bills! So much pants pressing! See?
They send us this already. [_Shows a paper._] A notice to pay right away or they shut it off. Only ten days overdue. Would you believe it, Mrs.
Rooney? Maybe we catch up a little next month. It don"t pay no longer, this business. And soon now another mouth to feed, and still my Solly sticks by his learning.
MRS. ROONEY. But he can"t be a rabbi now, can he?
MRS. LEZINSKY. He can"t be a rabbi now, no more, Mrs. Rooney, but such a pious man--my Solly. He must be a poor tailor, but he never gives up his learning--not for anything he gives that up. Learning"s good for my David and Julius and Benny soon, but it"s bad for my Solly. It leaves him no eyes for the business, Mrs. Rooney.
MRS. ROONEY. And are the poor eyes as bad as ever?
MRS. LEZINSKY. How should his eyes get better when he gives them no chance? Always he should have an operation and the operation--it don"t help--maybe. [_Mrs. Rooney turns to the door._] Must you go so quick, Mrs. Rooney? Now you move away, I never see you any more.
MRS. ROONEY. The subway runs in front of the house.
MRS. LEZINSKY. I tell you something, Mrs. Rooney: Solly couldn"t keep the shop open without me. Sometimes his eyes go back on him altogether.
And he should get an operation. But that costs something, I tell you, Mrs. Rooney. The doctors get rich from that. It costs something, that operation. And then, sometimes, may be it don"t help.
MRS. ROONEY. "Tis too bad, altogether. [_Looks at the baby-carriage._]
Wait a minute, Mrs. Lezinsky. [_Starts out._]
MRS. LEZINSKY [_as Mrs. Rooney goes_]. What is it, Mrs. Rooney?
MRS. ROONEY [_just outside the door, calls out_]. Something else--I forgot. "Tis out here in the carriage.
[_Mrs. Lezinsky threads a needle and begins to sew b.u.t.tons on a lady"s coat. Mrs. Rooney comes back carrying a small square package wrapped in newspaper._]
MRS. ROONEY. Here"s something. You"ll like this, Mrs. Lezinsky. It belongs to Eileen.
MRS. LEZINSKY [_looking out at the child in the carriage_]. Was her collar st.i.tched all right, Mrs. Rooney?
MRS. ROONEY. It was that. Fits her coat perfect. See the new cap on her?
"Twas for her birthday I bought it. Three years old now. Getting that big I can feel the weight of her.
MRS. LEZINSKY. Such a beautiful little girl, Mrs. Rooney! And such stylish clothes you buy for her. My David should have a new suit from his papa"s right away now. Then we fix the old one over for Julius.
Maybe my Benny gets a little good out of that suit too, sometime. We couldn"t afford to buy new clothes. We should first get all the wear out of the old ones. Yes, Mrs. Rooney. Anyhow, boys! It don"t so much matter. But girls! Girls is different. And such a beautiful little girl like Eileen!
MRS. ROONEY. She"ll be spoilt on me entirely--every one giving her her own way. [_In a gush of mother-pride._] "Tis the darling she is--anyhow.
MRS. LEZINSKY. O, Mrs. Rooney, I could wish to have one just like her, I tell you, such a beautiful little girl just like her.
MRS. ROONEY. Maybe you will, Mrs. Lezinsky, maybe you will.
MRS. LEZINSKY. She sleeps nice in that baby-carriage.
MRS. ROONEY. "Tis the last time she sleeps in it.
MRS. LEZINSKY. The last time, what?
MRS. ROONEY. Her pa"ll be after buying me a go-cart for her now we"re moving. "Tis destroying me--the hauling that up and down stairs.
MRS. LEZINSKY. Such a gorgeous baby-carriage--all fresh painted--white--
MRS. ROONEY. It"s fine for them that likes it. As for me--I"m that tired of dragging it, I"d rather be leaving it behind.
MRS. LEZINSKY [_her face aglow_]. What happens to that carriage, Mrs.
Rooney?
MRS. ROONEY. I"ll be selling it.
MRS. LEZINSKY. Who buys that carriage, Mrs. Rooney?
MRS. ROONEY. More than one has their eye on it, but I"ll get my price.
Mrs. Cohen has spoke for it.