Nechemyah, don't dance on de good lady's chair.

Did you hear, Mrs.Hyams, of Mrs.Jonas's luck ?" "No." "I won her eleven pounds on the lotter_ee_." "How nice," said Mrs.Hyams, a little fluttered.
"I would let you have half a ticket for two pounds." "I haven't the money." "Vell, dirty-six shillings! Dere! I have to pay dat myself." "I would if I could, but I can't." "But you can have an eighth for nine shillings." Mrs.Hyams shook her head hopelessly.
"How is your son Daniel ?" Sugarman asked.
"Pretty well, thank you.

How is your wife ?" "Tank Gawd!" "And your Bessie ?" "Tank Gawd! Is your Daniel in ?" "Yes." "Tank Gawd! I mean, can I see him ?" "It won't do any good." "No, not dat," said Sugarman.

"I should like to ask him to de Confirmation myself." "Daniel!" called Mrs.Hyams.
He came from the back yard in rolled-up shirt-sleeves, soap-suds drying on his arms.

He was a pleasant-faced, flaxen-haired young fellow, the junior of Miriam by eighteen months.