MRS. LEZINSKY. Then--Mrs. Cohen--she gets that baby carriage--and every day of my life I see it go past my window--and the little sister--she goes without. [_She picks up Mr. Rosenbloom's coat, looks it over and finds a small wallet in the breast pocket. Tucks the wallet into her bosom. Fiercely, half-aloud, but to herself._] No! No! Mrs. Cohen shouldn't get that baby-carriage--whatever happens--she shouldn't get it. [_She crosses to the mirror, pulls the wallet from her bosom, hurriedly counts the money in it, glances at her husband, then takes out a five-dollar bill. She hears a noise outside and makes a move as though to restore the money to the wallet, but at the sound of steps on the stoop, she thrusts the loose bill into her bosom. As Mr. Rosenbloom comes in she has only time to stick the wallet back into the coat. Picks up the lady's coat and sews on buttons vigorously._] MR. ROSENBLOOM. I left my wallet in that coat. LEZINSKY [_with a motion of his head toward the coat_]. Goldie. MRS. LEZINSKY [_sewing the buttons onto the lady's coat_]. In which pocket, Mr. Rosenbloom? MR. ROSENBLOOM [_crosses to coat_]. You don't begin work on it, yet? MRS. LEZINSKY [_slowly puts her work aside_]. I rip the sleeves out so soon I sew these buttons on, Mr. Rosenbloom. MR. ROSENBLOOM [_looks in breast pocket, draws back in astonishment to find the wallet gone._] MRS. LEZINSKY. In which pocket, Mr. Rosenbloom? MR. ROSENBLOOM. I keep it always in that breast pocket. MRS. LEZINSKY [_taking the wallet from an outside pocket_]. Why--here it is, Mr. Rosenbloom. MR. ROSENBLOOM [_suspiciously_]. From which pocket does it come? MRS. LEZINSKY [_points_]. Right here, Mr. Rosenbloom. MR. ROSENBLOOM [_shakes his head_]. I don't see how it got in that pocket. MRS. LEZINSKY. We didn't touch that coat, Mr. Rosenbloom--except Solly looks when I told him what he should do to it--ain't it, Solly? Otherwise we didn't touch it. MR. ROSENBLOOM [_opens the wallet_]. Funny! It couldn't walk out of one pocket into another all by itself. MRS. LEZINSKY. We didn't touch it, Mr. Rosenbloom. MR. ROSENBLOOM [_begins to count the bills_]. Maybe some customer-- MRS. LEZINSKY. That may be--all kinds of customers, Mr. Rosenbloom-- LEZINSKY [_as Mr. Rosenbloom goes over the money for the second time._] But it hangs here always in our sight. Who has been here, Goldie? MR. ROSENBLOOM. There's a bill missing here. MRS. LEZINSKY [_pretending great astonishment_]. Mr. Rosenbloom! LEZINSKY [_with an accusing note in his tone, meant for her only_]. Gietel? MRS. LEZINSKY. How should I know? [_To Mr. Rosenbloom._] Maybe you didn't count it right. [_He counts it again._] MR. ROSENBLOOM. No--it's short--$5. LEZINSKY [_under his breath, looking strangely at his wife._] Mr. Rosenbloom, however that happens--I make up that $5. Such a thing shouldn't happen in my business. I make it up right away. Gietel!--Gietel--give me the money.