"You'll be a pair of comic 'uns." "All right, Becky," said Alte good-humoredly.

"Your turn'll come, and then we shall have the laugh of you." "Never," said Becky.

"What do I want with a man ?" The arm of the specially invited young man was round her as she spoke.
"Don't make _schnecks_," said Fanny.
"It's not affectation.

I mean it.

What's the good of the men who visit father?
There isn't a gentleman among them." "Ah, wait till I win on the lottery," said the special young man.
"Then, vy not take another eighth of a ticket ?" inquired Sugarman the _Shadchan_, who seemed to spring from the other end of the room.