A PICNIC 359
"What will it cost?" asks Sarah, suddenly, and Shmuel has soon made the necessary calculation.
"A family ticket is only thirty cents, for Yossele, Rivele, Hannahle, and Berele; for Eesele and Doletzke I haven't to pay any carfare at all. For you and me, it will be ten cents there and ten back that makes fifty cents. Then I reckon thirty cents for refreshments to take with us: a pineapple (a damaged one isn't more than five cents), a few bananas, a piece of water- melon, a bottle of milk for the children, and a few rolls the whole thing shouldn't cost us more than eighty cents at the outside."
"Eighty cents!" and Sarah clapped her hands to- gether in dismay. "Why, you can live on that two days, and it takes nearly a whole day's earning. You can buy an old ice-box for eighty cents, you can buy a pair of trousers eighty cents!"
"Leave oft* talking nonsense!" said Shmuel, discon- certed. "Eighty cents won't make us rich. We shall get on just the same whether we have them or not. We must live like human beings one day in the year! Come, Sarah, let us go! We shall see lots of other people, and we'll watch them, and see how they enjoy themselves. It will do you good to see the world, to go where there's a bit of life! Listen, Sarah, what have you been to worth seeing since we came to America ? Have you seen Brooklyn Bridge, or 'Central Park, or the Baron Hirsch baths?"
"You know I haven't!" Sarah broke in. "I've no time to go about sight-seeing. I only know the way from here to the market."
