“Shah! I got great news for you,” Moisheh announced. “Feivel has already his doctor’s office.”
“Where did he get all the money?”
“On the instalment plan I got him the chair and the office things. Now he’s beginning to earn already enough to pay almost half his rent.”
“Soon he’ll be for dinner.” The old lady jumped up. “I got to get his eating ready before he comes.” And she hastened back to the kitchen stove.
“And Berel—what does he do?” I inquired.
“Berel ain’t working yet. He’s still writing from his head,” explained Moisheh. “Wait only and I’ll call him. He’s locked himself up in his bedroom; nobody should bother him.”
“Berel!” he called, tapping respectfully at the door.
“Yuk!” came in a voice of nervous irritation. “What is it?”
“The teacherin is here,” replied Moisheh.
“Only a minute.”