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"Yes, we go when Sabbath is past,"
said Mrs. Levine wistfully, her quiet
glance searching the familiar street
"I I can't hardly believe it after
all these years..
"How many years since we came?
Twelve thirteen, already. It seems
so long ago.
"My Judah an' I, we were so young.
When the ship brought us we speak
no English, not a word, even. An
poor? Ah, you cannot think how
poor! Nothing but our health and
"It was GRAND to sail along those
green hills by Jersey. I thought all
America looked like that! Then we
came here to 'Poverty Hollow.' It
seemed hard just at first. But my
Judah got home work as a 'learner,'
finishing knee pants. Yes, I sewed,
too. His hours were daybreak to 9 of
the night the pay $2 a week.
"Starvation wages, you think? No,
not quite. Me, I am a good house
keeper, knowing to buy an' to cook.
Certainly we eat kosher we live by
Moses. That makes more good an'
cheap. Pretty soon those children
they come always a baby in the
house. Before the biggest could clean
bastings my Judah he knew to speak
English fine! .,He was not so strong
already, but always, most always, he
have hopes. That is how it is when
children have a good father!
"My Judah, he tells me if we save
more money he can hire two ma
chines two dollars each for a
month. Then we an' the children can
make four cents profit on every
dozen boys' pants. Ah, my .poor
Judah, how he work three dozen
pants, 12 hours, one dollar an' twen
ty cents paid at the first only 12
"One day my Judah he say like
this: 'Sweet land of liberty!' We
must be sweated or ourselves be
sweaters. Me, I must hire three more
machines. Boys' jackets, they pay 20
" 'i must be sewer for 8 cents.
" 'You must be finished for 5 cents.
" 'We hire -the learner to iron for
" 'A gocd girl for button holes for
2y2 cents. That leaves iy2 cents for
drumming up trade.'
"At first I no understand. But al
ways my Judah know best!
"Pretty so6n we two are one team
making fourteen, eighteen dollar a
week. It is SO good. Then I spend
eight dollar every week for food, save
always one dollar a day. So I do not
mind my cough at all, no. It is the
dust of the shoddy that makes that
cough. An' the children they are so
strong! Every day they go by the
school. The lady teacher she tells
them, mit j';tures about trees an'
wheat fields, an' mountains, the
same like it is in the old country.
Me, I say yes it is true which the
lady teacha told them. I tell them
some day we will see all those things,
but not not oh the East Side. 'On
the other side of the bridge,' I say
"But my Judah make moan, 'It is
long long till I am rich.' Men are
Four of "the babies" smiled at us
from he lower steps where they
waited in whispering impatience.
"Not yet, children, not yet," said
the mother, her hps suddenly un
steady. "We have been happy here.
When I think how your father work
ed an' planned all the years. When
He came through the empty house
a tall, work-bent man, gaunt and
pallid,' but 'smiling. Gravely observ
ant the children watched their par
ents without speaking, each slight
figure tense with, excitements.
High over the roofs, electric cables
etched a magic roadway across the
vault of the wind-blown sky.
Rachel Levine rose a little unstead
ily as, still smiling, her husband drew
her hand within his arm.
"Judah," she said.
"Look, fader!" piped the privileged
baby, pointing triumphantly to the