MRS. LEZINSKY. What should little children know of all this pious business when they must play alone on the stoop with Izzi Klein together. For why? The Cohen children shouldn't play with our David and Julius and Benny. They make a snout at them. The Cohens dress them up stylish and they should play with Gentile children. They push my Benny in the stomach when he eats an ice-cream cone, and they say--regular--to my David and Julius: "Sheeny"--the same as if they wasn't Jewish, too.... Just for once I wanted something lovely and stylish--like other people have.... Then she asks--only five dollars for the baby-carriage--and--[_Choking back a sob._] Mrs. Cohen--now, Mrs. Cohen--she gets it. She gets it and I must want--and want. First David--then Julius--then comes Benny--and now the little sister--and never once a baby-carriage! [_Sobs._] LEZINSKY. We should raise our children to be pious. [_There is the sound of trundling wheels. Mrs. Lezinsky looks out. The carriage is gone from the window._] MRS. LEZINSKY [_as the door opens and Mrs. Rooney appears wheeling the carriage in, low voices_]. Mrs. Rooney, Solly; she comes now to say good-by. [_Mops her eyes, trys to put on a casual look._] MRS. ROONEY. Now there you are, Mrs. Lezinsky, blanket and all. [_Lezinsky works feverishly without lifting his eyes._] MRS. LEZINSKY [_low appealing voice_]. You should look at it once, Solly. [_Lezinsky stops for a moment and lets his eyes rest on the baby-carriage._] Ain't it a beautiful, stylish baby-carriage, Solly? MRS. ROONEY. There it is now and I'll be running on for Mrs. Klein's Anna's keeping Eileen and I have her to dress before her pa comes home. He's getting off earlier for the moving. MRS. LEZINSKY. The little Eileen! Why didn't you bring her along with you, Mrs. Rooney? MRS. ROONEY. She went to sleep on me or I would that. MRS. LEZINSKY [_her eyes on her husband's face in mute appeal_]. O, Mrs. Rooney--so little business and so much expense--and my Solly has an operation for his sick eyes soon--it breaks my heart--but--Mrs. Cohen [_Shaking voice._] _she_ gets this lovely baby carriage. MRS. ROONEY [_taking in the situation_]. Mrs. Cohen--_she_ gets it! Does she now? Not if my name's Rooney does Mrs. Cohen get it and she only after offering to raise me a dollar to make sure of the baby-carriage, knowing your sore need of the same. Am I a lady or not, Mr. Lezinsky? 'Tis that I want to know. "I'll give you six dollars for it," says she to me. Says I to her: "Mrs. Cohen--when I spoke to you of that baby-carriage," says I, "it clean slipped me mind that I promised the same to Mrs. Lezinsky. I promised it to Mrs. Lezinsky long ago," says I--and so I did, though I forget to make mention of it to you at the time, Mrs. Lezinsky. So here it is and here it stays or my name's not Rooney.