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Directly in front stood that labourer defrauded of his hire, that tool in the hands of guileful woman Isidore Belchatosky. "Now," Teacher began, "I want to hear nothing but the truth. Isidore, did you hit Eva?" "Yiss ma'an." "What for?" "For a kiss." "From whom?"
Sadie Gonorowsky, the haughty Sadie, paused open-eyed in her distribution of writing papers. Morris Mogilewsky, the gentle Morris, abstractedly bit off and swallowed a piece of the gold-fish food. Isidore Belchatosky, the exquisite Isidore, passed a stealthy hand over his closely cropped red head and knew that his reign was over.
The remaining eye was fixed in deep reproach on the face of Isidore Belchatosky, the Adonis of the class, and the eye was the eye of Eva. "Eva!" exclaimed Teacher, "oh, Eva, what can you have been doing? What's the matter with your eye?" "Isidore Belchatosky he goes und makes me this here shiner," said Eva's accusing voice, as the eye under the poultice was uncovered for a moment.
Und now I ain't healthy." "Sadie Gonorowsky, come here!" commanded Miss Bailey, in a voice which lifted Sadie bodily from the place to which she had guiltily determined to cling. And Sadie went, jaunty of air, but with shifting eyes. "Isidore Belchatosky, come here!" commanded Miss Bailey, and Isidore slunk after his divinity.
It will never come off! Look at your back!" Miss Bailey clanged the bell, caught Patrick by the waist-line, thrust him under her desk, fenced him in with a chair, and turned to Isaac who had only just realized the full horror of his plight. Isidore Belchatosky and Eva Gonorowsky had torn off the white tunic thereby disclosing quantities of red flannel and exhibited its desecrated back.
Her dress was blue, and "very long down, like a lady," with bands of silk and scraps of lace distributed with the eye of art. In her hair she wore a bow of what Sadie Gonorowsky, whose father "worked by fancy goods," described as black "from plush ribbon costs ten cents." Isidore Belchatosky, relenting, was the first to lay tribute before Teacher.
Oh, ain't that fine!" Eva whispered. "My, ain't his mamma put him on nice mit red-from-plush suits and stylish hair-cuts!" "Well, Isidore Belchatosky has a velvet suit," said the gentle-hearted Miss Bailey, as she noticed the miserable eyes of the deposed beau travelling from his own frayed sleeve to the scarlet splendour across the aisle.
"Did you, Sadie, descend so low as to barter kisses with Isidore Belchatosky?" "No ma'an," this with much scorn. "I wouldn't to kiss him; he's a scare-cat, und he tells out." "What did he tell?" asked Teacher. "He tells out how I say I kiss him a kiss so he make Eva a shiner. Und I wouldn't to do it. Never. So he gave me five cents even, I wouldn't to kiss no scare-cat."
Isaac was attired in a white linen costume so short of stocking and of knickerbockers as to exhibit surprising area of fat leg, so fashionable in its tout ensemble as to cause Isidore Belchatosky to weep aloud, so spotless as to prompt Miss Bailey to shield it with her own "from silk" apron when the painting lesson commenced.
The twins came home one noontime full of gossip and excitement. They clamoured over their cabbage soup that a classmate of theirs, one Isidore Belchatosky, had "a sickness a taking sickness, what he took from off his sister Sadie." "Is it a bad sickness?" asked the father. "Somethin' fierce!" Percival assured him.
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