"And I'll give you my china egg, too," he quickly proposed.

"Well, jest one tech," agreed Billy; "an' I ain't a-goin' to
be 'sponsible neither," and he poked out a swollen jaw for
Jimmy to touch.

Ikey Rosenstein at this moment was spied by the two little
boys as he was Walking jauntily by the gate.

"You better keep 'way f'om here, Goose-Grease," Jimmy yelled at
him; "you better get on the other side the street. Billy here's
got the mumps an' he lemme tech 'em so's I can get 'em, so's my
papa and mama'll lemme do just perzactly like I want to; but
you're a Jew and Jews ain't got no business to have the mumps,
so you better get 'way. I paid Billy 'bout a million dollars'
worth to lemme tech his mumps," he said proudly. "Get 'way; you
can't have em."

Ikey had promptly stopped at the gate.

"What'll you take, Billy, to lemme get 'em?" he asked, his
commercial spirit at once aroused.

"What'll you gimme?" asked he of the salable commodity,
with an eye to a bargain.

Ikey pulled out a piece of twine and a blue glass bead from
his pocket and offered them to the child with the mumps.
These received a contemptuous rejection.