"I never said you didn't." "Have you got the responsibility even to run your own house, with me and Etta carrying it on like always?" "Am I complaining?" "Do I ask of you one thing, Sadie, except maybe that you learn a little housekeeping and watch how I order from the butcher, things that every wife should know if she needs it or not? In the whole year you been my daughter, Sadie, have I asked of you more than you should maybe help the up-stairs girl a little mornings, and do a little embroidery for your linen-chest, and that maybe, instead of sleeping so late till noon every morning, you should get up and have breakfast with your husband?" "If you begin going over all that again I--I'll just yell!" "With anybody pouting in the house I just 'ain't got heart to do nothing. I don't see, Sadie, that you had such fine connections in the East that you shouldn't be satisfied here." "You just leave my friends in the East out of it. If you wanna know it, they're a darn sight better than the wads of respectability I see waddlin' in here to swap Kaffee Klatsches with you!" "Just let me tell you, Sadie Loeb, you can be proud such ladies call on you. A girl what don't think no more of her husband's business connections than not to come down-stairs when Mrs. Nathan Bamberger calls! Maybe our friends out here got being good wifes and good housekeepers on the brain more as high kicking in New York; but just the same Mrs. Nathan Bamberger, what can buy and sell you three times over, ain't ashamed to go in her Lindell Avenue kitchen, when her husband or her son likes red cabbage, what you can't hire cooked, or once in a while a miltz." "Say, if I've heard that once, I've--" "Then, too, Sadie, since we're talking--it's a little thing--I haven't liked to talk about it, but I--I got the first time I should hear the word _ma_ on your lips. You think it's so nice that a daughter-in-law should always call me 'Say,' like a bed-post?" "I--I can't, Mrs. Loeb--it--it just won't come--mother." "Don't tell me you don't know any better! A girl what can be so nice with poor old blind grandma, like you been, can be nice with her mother-in-law and sister-in-law, too, if she wants to be. I didn't want I should ever have to talk to you like this, Sadie, but sometimes a--a person she just busts out." And then Mrs. Herman Loeb leaped forward in her chair, her small tight fist pounding each word: "Then let me go! Whatta you holding me here for? Let me go back, Mrs.--mother! Let me go! I don't deny it, you're too good for me round here. I don't fit! Let me go back to the old room and--my old room-mate where--where I belong with my--my crowd. You tell what you just said to Herm! Get him to let me go back with him on his trip to-morrow night. Please, Mrs.--mother--please!" "You mean to New York with him on his business trip for a visit?"