MRS. LEZINSKY. If I should have a little girl--like your Eileen--my David and Julius and Benny--they die for joy over their little sister, I tell you, Mrs. Rooney. Yes, it should be a girl and I name her Eileen. Such pretty names for girls: Eileen and Hazel and Gladys and Goldie. Goldie's a pretty name, too. I like that name so much I call myself Goldie when I go to school. Gietel's my Jewish name. Ugly? Yes, Mrs. Rooney? Goldie's better--much better. But Eileen's the best of all. Eileen's a gorgeous name. I name her Eileen, I do assure you. She should have another name, too, for Solly. Zipporah, maybe--for her dead grandmother. MRS. ROONEY. Sure, Eileen has a second name: Bridget. 'Tis for my mother in the old country. A saint's name. Her father chose it for her. Bridget's a grand name--that--too. MRS. LEZINSKY. Zipporah--that was Solly's mother.... But I call her Eileen. MRS. ROONEY. That's a grand compliment, Mrs. Lezinsky, and 'tis myself would stand godmother for her should you be wanting me to. MRS. LEZINSKY. I'm sorry, Mrs. Rooney, by our religion we don't have such god-mothers. MRS. ROONEY. I'll be running on now not to keep you from your work and so much of it with your poor man and the drops in his sick eyes. Here! [_She puts half a dollar into Mrs. Lezinsky's hand._] MRS. LEZINSKY. For what? MRS. ROONEY. For Mr. Lezinsky stitching the collar on Eileen's coat. MRS. LEZINSKY [_trying to make Mrs. Rooney take it back_]. Mrs. Rooney--if you wouldn't insult me--please--when you bring all these lovely things.... [_Mrs. Rooney pushes the money away._] And so you sell that fine baby-carriage.... That carriage holds my Benny, too, maybe? MRS. ROONEY. Sure. Easy. MRS. LEZINSKY. My David and Julius--they could wheel that carriage. The little sister sleeps in it. And my Benny--he rides at the foot. $5 is cheap for that elegant carriage when you should happen to have so much money. I ask my Solly. Do me the favor, Mrs. Rooney--you should speak to me first before you give it to Mrs. Cohen--yes? MRS. ROONEY. Sure I will. I'll be leaving the carriage outside and carry the child up. You and Mr. Lezinsky can be making up your minds. [_Mrs. Rooney looks through the window at a man turning in from the street._] Is it himself coming home? MRS. LEZINSKY. Any time now, Mrs. Rooney, he comes from the doctor. MRS. ROONEY. 'Tis not himself. 'Tis some customer. MRS. LEZINSKY [_as the door opens_]. It's Mr. Rosenbloom. MRS. ROONEY. See you later. [_Rushes out. Through the window Mrs. Lezinsky watches her take the child out of the carriage._] MRS. LEZINSKY [_sighs, turns to her customer_]. O, Mr. Rosenbloom! Glad to see you, Mr. Rosenbloom. You well now, Mr. Rosenbloom? MR. ROSENBLOOM. Able to get around once more, Mrs. Lezinsky.