MRS. ROONEY. Sure, and I'd let it go for a $5 bill, Mrs. Lezinsky.
MRS. LEZINSKY [_her face falls_]. Maybe you get that $5 ... Mrs. Rooney. Those Cohens make money by that stationery business.
MRS. ROONEY. And sure, the secondhand man would pay me as much.
MRS. LEZINSKY [_longingly_]. My David and Julius and Benny--they never had such a baby-carriage--in all their lives they never rode in a baby-carriage. My babies was pretty babies, too. And smart, Mrs. Rooney! You wouldn't believe it. My Benny was the smartest of the lot. When he was 18 months old, he puts two words together already.
MRS. ROONEY. He's a keener--that one. [_Unwraps the package._] I'm clean forgetting the basket. [_Holds it out to Mrs. Lezinsky's delighted gaze._] Now there you are--as good as new--Mrs. Lezinsky--and when you do be sticking the safety pins into the cushion [_she points out the cushion_] you can mind my Eileen. Some of the pinholes is rusty like, but the pins'll cover it--that it was herself gave your baby its first present.
MRS. LEZINSKY. O, Mrs. Rooney, such a beautiful basket! Such a beautiful, stylish basket!
MRS. ROONEY. And here's a box for the powder. [_Opens a celluloid box and takes out a powder puff._] And here's an old puff. Sure the puff will do if you're not too particular.
MRS. LEZINSKY [_handling the things_]. Why should I be so particular? In all their lives my David and Julius and Benny never had such a box and puff, I tell you, Mrs. Rooney.
MRS. ROONEY [_points_]. Them little pockets is to stick things in.
MRS. LEZINSKY. Should you give away such a basket, Mrs. Rooney?
MRS. ROONEY. What good is it but to clutter up the closet, knocking about in my way.
MRS. LEZINSKY. My David and Julius and Benny, they never had such a basket, but my cousin, Morris Schapiro's wife,--she had such a basket--for her baby. All lined with pink it was.
MRS. ROONEY. Pink is for boys. I wanted a girl, having Mickey then.
MRS. LEZINSKY. Me, too, Mrs. Rooney. Three boys! Now it's time it should be a little girl. Yes, Mrs. Rooney. A little girl like Eileen.
MRS. ROONEY. Sure, then, if you're going by the basket 'tis a little girl you have coming to you. Blue's for girls.... A comb and a brush for it--you can buy.