Part 44 (1/2)
”Ya, a eight-room house and running water she's got if she wants to have company. Your mamma didn't have no eight rooms and finished attic when she was your age. In back of a feed store she sat me. Too good you got it, I say. New hard-wood floors down-stairs didn't I have to put in, and electric light on the porch so your company don't break his neck? Always something new, and now no more I can't eat a meal in peace.”
”'Sh-h-h-h, Julius!”
”I should worry that the Teitlebaums and the Landauers live in a fine family hotel in Seventy-second Street. Such people with big stores in Sixth Avenue can buy and sell us. Not even if I could afford it would I want to give up my house and my porch, where I can smoke my pipe, and my comforts that I worked for all my life, and move to the city in rooms so little and so far up I can't afford to pay for 'em. I should give up my chickens and my comforts!”
”Your comforts, always your comforts! Do I think of _my_ comforts?”
”Ma, don't you and pa begin now with your fussing. Like cats you are one minute and the next like doves.”
”Don't boss me in my own house, Izzy! So afraid your papa is that he won't get all the comforts what's coming to him. I wish you was so good to me as you are to that cat, Julius--twice I asked you not to feed him on the carpet. Scat, Billy!”
”Pa.s.s me some noodles, maw.”
”Good ones, eh, Izzy?”
”Fine, maw.”
”I ask you, is it more comfortable, Julius, for me to be cooped up in the city in rooms that all together ain't as big as my kitchen? No, but of my children I think too besides my own comforts.”
”Ya, ya; now, Becky, don't get excited. Look at your mamma, Pearlie; shame on her, eh? How mad she gets at me till blue like her wrapper her face gets.”
”My house and my yard so smooth like your hand, and my big porch and my new laundry with patent wringer is more to me as a hotel in the city.
But when I got a young lady daughter with no attentions and no prospects I can't think always of my own comforts.”
”Ya, ya, Becky; don't get excited.”
”Don't ya--ya me, neither.”
”_Ach_, old lady, that only means how much I love you.”
”We got a young lady daughter; do you want that she should sit and sit and sit till for ever we got a daughter, only she ain't young no more. I tell you out here ain't no place for a young goil--what has she got?”
”Yes, papa; what have I got? The trees for company!”
”Do you see, Julius, in the new bungalows any families moving in with young ladies? Would even your son Isadore what ain't a young lady stay out here when he was old enough to get hisself a job in the city?”
”That a boy should leave his old father like that!”
”Wasn't you always kickin' to me, pa, that there wasn't a future in the business after the transaction came--wasn't you?”
”No more arguments you get with me!”
”What chance, Julius, I ask you, has a goil like Poil got out here in Newton? To sit on the front porch nights with Meena Schlossman don't get her nowheres; to go to the moving--pictures with Eddie Goldstone, what can't make salt for hisself, ain't nothing for a goil that hopes to do well for herself. If she only looks out of the corner of her eye at Mike Donnely three fits right away you take!”
”_Gott_, that's what we need yet!”
”See, even when I mention it, look at him, Poil, how red he gets! But should she sit and sit?”
”_Ach_, such talk makes me sick. Plenty girls outside the city gets better husbands as in it. Na, na, mamma, did you find me in the city?”