"And why have you nothing to spin?"
"I carried the yarn to Hannah Witebska and Sarah, Ber's wife, and they did not give me any more wool."
"They have not insulted you?" asked Meir angrily
Golda was again silent.
"People's eyes often say worse things than tongues," she replied at last quietly.
Evidently she did not want to complain, or it may be her mind was too full of other things to heed it much.
"Meir," she said, "you have been in great trouble yourself lately?"
Meir sat down upon the bench outside and leaned his head upon his hand with a weary sigh.
"The greatest trouble and grief fell upon me to-day when I found that the people had turned away from me. Their former friendship has changed into ill feeling, and those that confided in me suspect me now of evil."
Golda hung her head sadly, and Meir went on: