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 buttons 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 stitched 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?