Only she is so high-blown.

One would think she had a father who earned five hundred a year, instead of a man who scrambles half his salary among dirty _Schnorrers_." "Talk not like an _Epicurean_," said the Reb.

"What are we all but _Schnorrers_, dependent on the charity of the Holy One, blessed be He?
What! Have we made ourselves?
Rather fall prostrate and thank Him that His bounties to us are so great that they include the privilege of giving charity to others." "But we work for our living!" said the Rebbitzin.

"I wear my knees away scrubbing." External evidence pointed rather to the defrication of the nose.
"But, mother," said Hannah.

"You know we have a servant to do the rough work." "Yes, servants!" said the Rebbitzin, contemptuously.