Hester Street Page #2

Joey.

Joey!

Joey.

Come. Come to Papa.

Say it, Joey. Horse.

Horse.

Horse?

Jake?

Jake!

Good morning.

What's the matter? You didn't come

to the dancing class for a long time.

The ladies keep asking,

"Where's Jake?"

Horse, Ta'teh.

Horse.

Mister, give him.

Ta'teh?

What else?

Upon my word!

What is wrong, if I may ask?

You got a boy.

That means you got a wife also?

Certainly! Upstairs.

They come yesterday only.

Yankel.

Gitl.

Yossele.

Stove.

Stove. Stove.

Lunch.

Table.

Bernstein, you want

she should be green always?

Good evening, missus.

Gitl?

Good evening.

Joey! Come. Come on.

Here, sit.

Mmm! By gum, this is good!

This son of mine going to be president

United States. No, Bernstein?

No. The president must be American born.

It's written in the Constitution.

Bernstein, you wish you had a son

like my Joey, huh?

Get married, and you soon will.

How come you so particular?

What you say to the marriage broker,

he can't find you a wife?

Listen, go back again.

Say, Ill take whatever you got

as long as she got two eyes,

a nose and a mouth."

Look at him, shvitzing!

Come in!

Come in.

Good evening, Jake.

Mamie.

Ah, Miss Fein,

my wife.

How you do?

Pleased to meet you.

Say, Im glad to meet you."

She is still a greener.

Never mind.

She'll soon "oysgreen" herself.

What a darling!

What a darling.

What's his name?

Joey.

Joey! Joey, come here. Come here.

Are you a good boy, Joey?

Give me a kiss.

Mmm! Oh, that's nice. So nice.

Here.

Mama.

Mamie.

About the $25.

Huh! I should cough.

A couple of weeks.

No, sir. Now!

I don't know where you get it though.

A married man

with a darling little wife.

I must remember to ask your wife

how she likes the furniture.

The furniture you bought

with my money.

I'll pay you every penny, Mamie.

Just don't say nothing to her, please.

What do I care?

I want my money!

I worked hard enough for it!

I'll say what I like to your wife.

Oh, don't you like it?

Lump it!

Don't talk English.

She will think something.

What do I care what she thinks?

I want she should know.

It's lucky I still remember a word

or two of the old language.

I'll tell her what's what.

Never mind! I don't

wanna stay here anyhow.

Good-bye, Mrs. Podkovnik.

I hope you will enjoy America.

Mamie!

Mamie. Where can I see you?

Well, you can't come by

the dancing academy no more, huh?

Wait a minute. If I want,

I can go there more than I used to.

Mamie.

Mmm.

You know where I live, don't you?

Or did you forget?

I don't forget.

What a short mind you got.

I won't forget nothing.

I'll come.

Huh. You're bluffing.

I'll come. I should live so.

All right.

But bring my $25.

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