Nickeleh -- Pickeleh

An old Jewish woman on Essex Street stuck her hand into the brine of a pickle barrel and fished out a large pickle. "How much is this pickle?" she asked.
"A nickel," answered the dealer.
"A nickel is too much," she said and put the pickle back into the barrel.
She fished in the barrel again and came up with a little pickle.
"How much is this little pickeleh? she asked in a tender voice.
"That pickeleh?" answered the shop-keeper, just as tenderly.
"Only a nickeleh!"