The woman was watching him narrowly. "How much do you pay?" she demanded.
"Must I pay now—right away?"
"Yes; all my customers do."
"I—I haven't much money," Jurgis began, in an agony of dread. "I've been in―in trouble—and my money is gone. But I'll pay you—every cent—just as soon as I can; I can work—"
"Vot is your work?"
"I have no place now I must get one. But I—"
"How much haf you got now?"
He could hardly bring himself to reply. When he said "A dollar and a quarter," the woman laughed in his face.
"I vould not put on my hat for a dollar und a quarter," she said.
"It's all I've got," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "I must get some one—my wife will die. I can't help it—I—"
Madame Haupt had put back her pork and onions on the stove. She turned to him and answered, out of the steam and noise: "Git me ten dollars cash, und so you can pay me de rest next mont'."
"I can't do it—I haven't got it!" Jurgis protested. "I tell you I have only a dollar and a quarter."
The woman turned to her work. "I don't believe you," she said. "Dot is all to try to sheat me. Vot is de reason a big man like you has got only a dollar und a quarter?"
"I've just been in jail," Jurgis cried,—he was ready to get down upon his knees to the woman,—"and I had no money before, and my family has almost starved.
"Vere is your friends, dot ought to help you?"
"They are all poor," he answered. "They gave me this. I have done everything I can—"
"Haven't you got notting you can sell?"
"I have nothing, I tell you—I have nothing," he cried, frantically.
"Can't you borrow it, den? Don't your store people trust you?" Then, as he shook his head, she went on: "Listen to me—if you git me you vill be glad of it.
