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"One boy they had," Uncle Mosha said. "Shall I ever forget it? What a beautiful boy that was, Mr. Feldman a regular picture! Mrs. Gershon thinks a whole lot of that boy, too, I bet yer." "Never mind the trimmings, Kronberg," Feldman broke in. "Is the boy alive?" "That's what we're anxious to know," Mr. Jones interrupted.
"Well, uncle," he said, "I must got to be going. I got a whole lot of things to do to-day. Take care of yourself." "Don't worry about me," Aaron's Uncle Mosha replied. "I could take care of myself all right. You wouldn't drink maybe a glass of schnaps or something before you go? No? All right." He always delayed his proffer of hospitality until Aaron was on the front stoop.
"I never thought you did," said Morris, and Uncle Mosha glared in response. "But I ain't no beggar neither, y'understand," he retorted. "I got a little something left, anyhow." "Sure, I know," Morris agreed; "but what you have got or what you ain't got is neither here or there. I am coming over this morning to ask you something, a question." Here he paused.
Mosha Kronberg lived on the ground floor of his own tenement house on Madison Street, and to say that Aaron Kronberg worshipped the ground his uncle walked on would be to utter the literal truth. "Well, uncle, how do you feel to-day?" Aaron inquired the morning after Abe and Morris had so thoroughly discussed the Kronberg family relations.
He is throwing away his money left and right, and the first thing you know he is coming to you borrowing yet." "He should save himself the trouble," Uncle Mosha declared. "His tongue should be hanging out of his mouth with hunger, Aaron, and I wouldn't give him oser one cent." Aaron's face broke into a thousand wrinkles as he beamed his satisfaction.
"Well, that's about the size of it," Leon admitted. "Then what are you kicking about?" Uncle Mosha said. "You are a dummy." Throughout the moving scenes of that entire afternoon Leon had acted the part of disinterested onlooker to the point of lethargy, but now he fairly glared at Uncle Mosha. "I don't got to stay here to be called names," he said.
"I bet yer," Aaron replied. "What d'ye think of that sucker?" "What's Alex been doing now?" Leon asked. "Alex! What d'ye mean, Alex?" Aaron said. "Alex I ain't worrying about at all. I mean Uncle Mosha Kronberg."
Jones continued his manner suggested a hanging judge in the act of assuming the black cap "and therefore you could claim no adverse possession, even assuming there were no disabilities." "What d'ye mean, claim?" Uncle Mosha asked with asperity. "I don't claim nothing. I already got seven hundred and fifty dollars and there is coming to me eight thousand dollars more." "I think, Mr.
He entered Leon Sammet's private office, and as soon as Uncle Mosha found himself alone in the showroom he clenched the butt of his cigar between his yellow teeth and explored his pockets for pencil and paper.
"There is doubtless some finesse of the English language that I do not comprehend," said I. "I'll contrive, however, to make my meaning very plain to ye, Mosha le Viscount," she continued. "I suppose you desire to be considered a gentleman?" "Can you doubt it, madam?" said I. "I doubt very much, at least, whether you go the right way about it," she said.
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