Very well; it is a season of denial with us.
The Rabbi.
But the extreme heat! [Whispers.] Get some from my house.
[Exit Esther.
Sachel.
H'm! They talked of children and love! And what did you say about children, my boy? Ah, they are beautiful things; though I could not see one, I could fondle it! What about children, my boy?
Rafael.
We said that they should each have two cradles; one with a soft pillow of burnt wool and one with a hard pillow of burnt cotton, so that they should learn the difference before they were old enough to tell the sun from a silver coin.
[An angry gesture from The Rabbi.
Sachel.