LEZINSKY. Out of my sight, woman; I forbid you to come into this shop again. MRS. LEZINSKY. O, Solly _leben_, that couldn't be-- LEZINSKY. The mother of my children--she sins--for a baby-carriage. MRS. LEZINSKY. Listen, Solly--I didn't mean to keep that money. As there's a God of Israel I didn't mean to keep it. I should use it--just this afternoon--to buy the baby-carriage--and when the customers pay us--put the money back before he misses it. LEZINSKY. Meshugge! So much money isn't coming to us. And why should you use Mr. Rosenbloom's money? Why shouldn't you take it from the money you had? MRS. LEZINSKY. How could I use that money? Don't you pay the rent this afternoon to the agent? And they shut off the gas when we don't settle: by five o'clock they shut it off. And Mrs. Rooney moves away--[_Breaks into sobbing._] and so--I thought I lose the baby-carriage. LEZINSKY. Gietel--Gietel--you are a----. I can't speak the word, Gietel--It sticks in my throat. MRS. LEZINSKY. No, no, Solly, you shouldn't speak that word. If I took it to keep it maybe. But--no. I couldn't do such a thing. Not for a million baby-carriages could I do such a thing. Not for anything could I keep what is not my own--I tell you, Solly.... [_Pleadingly._] But just to keep it for a few hours, maybe? Why should a man with so much money miss a little for a few hours? Then Mr. Rosenbloom--he comes back in. I change my mind, but the door opens and it is too late already. Solly leben, did I keep it back--the five dollars? I ask you, Solly? Didn't I give it all into your hand? I ask you that, Solly? LEZINSKY. Woe is me!--The mother of my children--and she takes what is not her own! MRS. LEZINSKY. So much money and not one dollar to pay Mrs. Rooney for the baby-carriage! You see, Solly--always fine-dressed people around--the mamas and the little children all dressed fine--with white socks and white shoes. And our David--and our Julius--and our Benny, even--what _must_ they wear? Old clothes! Yes. And to save the money they should wear black stockings--and old shoes. Never no pretty things! And it's all the time work--work--work and we never have nothing--no new clothes--no pretty things--[_She breaks down completely._] LEZINSKY. So our children grow up with the fear of God in their hearts--