"You say you're a democrat, Mr. Joe, and you're always saying, 'Love thy neighbor,' Mr. Joe."
"Why, then, Mr. Joe, did you turn that woman away?"
"Why? I'll tell you! Suppose that I know that the cucumber is inherently as good as any other vegetable, does that say I can digest it? Cucumbers aren't for me, Nathan--especially decayed ones."
Nathan stared at him disconsolately, shook his head, and went back to puzzle it out. It is doubtful, however, that he ever did so.
Besides such visitors, there were still others who came to him to arbitrate family disputes--which constituted him a sort of Domestic Relations Court--and gave him an insight into a condition that surprised him. Namely, the not uncommon cases of secret polygamy and polyandry.
In short, Joe was busy. His work was established in a flexible routine--mornings for writing; afternoons for callers, for circulation work, and for special trips to centers of labor trouble; evenings for going about with Giotto to see the Italians, or paying a visit, say, to the Ranns, or some others, or meeting at Latsky's cigar store with a group of revolutionists who filled the air with their war of the classes, their socialist state, their dreams of millennium.
He gave time, too, to his mother--evening walks, evening talks, and old-fashioned quiet hours in the kitchen, his mother at her needlework, and he reading beside her. One such night, when his mother seemed somewhat fatigued, he said to her:
"Are you perfectly satisfied down here? Did we do the right thing?"
"We did," she cried in her youthful voice. "It's real--it's absorbing. And I'm very proud of myself."
"Yes, proud!" she laughed. "Joe, when a woman reaches my age she has a right to be proud if young folks seek her out and talk with her and make her their confidante. It shows she's not a useless incumbrance, but young!"
"Have they found you out? Do they come to you?"
"They do--especially the young wives with their troubles. All of them troubled over their husbands and their children. We have the finest talks together. They're a splendid lot!"
"Well, there's one who isn't married--one of the best of them."
"That girl," said Joe's mother, "has all sorts of possibilities--and she's brave and strong and true. Sally's a wonder! a new kind of woman!"