Quite true, quite true! What did you say, aunt?
Esther.
Eh? Oh, I was going to say that she begged your photograph of me yesterday, and when it dropped into the canal she was almost ready to cry.
Rafael.
H'm! But it was careless of her to drop me into that nasty canal!
Sachel.
It blew in; there came a great gust of wind.
Rafael.
The wind must have been Aaron, disputing the value of his wool!
The Rabbi.