MRS. LEZINSKY. You think she waits till spring to sell that
baby-carriage? She sells it now before she moves away--now, this
afternoon, I tell you.
LEZINSKY. Well, we buy another carriage, then.
MRS. LEZINSKY. You don't find such a bargain again anytime. She gives it
away.
LEZINSKY. My eyes get much better soon--now--by the operation.
MRS. LEZINSKY. Operation! Operation! Always operations! And the baby
comes. No carriage for our David and Julius to wheel her in--with our
Benny at the foot--in the fresh air--and she dies on us in the heat next
summer--maybe--and David and Julius and Benny--they lose their little
sister.
LEZINSKY. Didn't David and Julius and Benny live without a
baby-carriage?
MRS. LEZINSKY. Yes, a mile to the park, maybe, and I carry them to the
fresh air. And a baby-carriage for her costs five dollars. What time
shall I have for that with all the extra work and my back broken? In
such a baby-carriage the little sister sleeps from morning to night--on
the sidewalk by the stoop; she gets fat and healthy from that
baby-carriage.
LEZINSKY. When I could pay for the operation, maybe--then--
MRS. LEZINSKY [_despairingly_]. Operations again--always operations!
LEZINSKY. Go away, Goldie, I must work.
MRS. LEZINSKY. I advise you not to have that operation now. He steals
your money and don't help your eyes. Get another doctor. But
baby-carriages like this ain't so plenty.
LEZINSKY. God of Israel, shall I go blind because you would have a
baby-carriage for our unborn son?
MRS. LEZINSKY. No, but by reading the Torah--and that way you lose good
customers, too--and she shall die in the heat because David and Julius
cannot push her in that baby-carriage.
LEZINSKY. Go away, Gietel, I have work to do. Maybe you could rip out
the sleeves from Mr. Rosenbloom's coat?
MRS. LEZINSKY. I do anything--anything you like, Solly, for that
baby-carriage.... Yes, I rip out the sleeves when I finish sewing on the
buttons.... I do anything--anything--so we get this baby carriage. We
never get another such carriage.
LEZINSKY. God of Israel, will she never hear me when I say: No!
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