MRS. LEZINSKY. I hope you keep that way. You got thinner with your sickness. You lose your face, Mr. Rosenbloom. [_He hands her a coat and a pair of trousers._] Why should you bother to bring them in? I could send my David or Julius for them. MR. ROSENBLOOM. Right on my way to the barber-shop. The coat's a little loose now. [_Slips off his coat and puts on the other._] Across the back. See? MRS. LEZINSKY. He should take it in a little on the shoulders, Mr. Rosenbloom? MR. ROSENBLOOM [_considers_]. It wouldn't pay--so much alterations for this particular suit. MRS. LEZINSKY. It's a good suit, Mr. Rosenbloom. MR. ROSENBLOOM. He should just shorten the sleeves. Those sleeves were from the first a little too long. [_He slips the coat off. Mrs. Lezinsky measures coat sleeve against his bent arm._] MRS. LEZINSKY. About how much, Mr. Rosenbloom? Say--an inch? MR. ROSENBLOOM. An inch or an inch and a half--maybe. MRS. LEZINSKY [_measures again_]. I think that makes them too short, Mr. Rosenbloom. One inch is plenty. MR. ROSENBLOOM. All right--one inch, then. MRS. LEZINSKY. One inch.... All right, Mr. Rosenbloom--one inch. MR. ROSENBLOOM. How soon will they be ready? MRS. LEZINSKY. Maybe to-morrow. He lets all this other work go--maybe--and sets to work on them right away when he gets back home. MR. ROSENBLOOM. All right. MRS. LEZINSKY. I send my David or Julius with them, Mr. Rosenbloom? MR. ROSENBLOOM. I'll stop in the evening and try the coat on. MRS. LEZINSKY. Maybe it wouldn't be ready to try on so soon--All right, Mr. Rosenbloom, this evening you come in. [_She calls after him as he goes out._] O, Mr. Rosenbloom! The pants? What should he do to the pants? MR. ROSENBLOOM [_from the doorway_]. Press them. [_He turns back._] Press the--whole thing--suit. MRS. LEZINSKY. Press them. Sure. Press the suit. A fine suit. Certainly a fine piece of goods, Mr. Rosenbloom. Did my husband make it up for you? MR. ROSENBLOOM. Yes. MRS. LEZINSKY. I thought so. Wears like iron, too, this goods. Yes, Mr. Rosenbloom? With one eye my husband picks the best pieces of goods I tell you, Mr. Rosenbloom.... He should shorten the sleeves one inch.... All right, he fixes it to your satisfaction, Mr. Rosenbloom-- MR. ROSENBLOOM. Yes, yes. [_Impatiently edges toward the door._] MRS. LEZINSKY. This evening you come for them? [_He nods and hurries out._] MRS. LEZINSKY. Five dollars! [_Drops everything and stands looking dreamily through the shop window at the baby-carriage. She takes a roll of money from her bosom and counts it. Shakes her head dispiritedly and sighs. She makes an estimate of the money coming in from the work on hand. Pointing to Mr. Rosenbloom's suit._] Two dollars for that--[_Turns from the suit to a pair of torn trousers._] Half a dollar, anyhow--[_Points to the lady's coat on which she has been sewing buttons._] A dollar--maybe--[_Hears some one coming, thrusts the roll of money back into her bosom._]