"Hannah," he calls.
A little window opens just below the eaves, and a small female head in a white kerchief answers, "Chaïm!"
The two look at each other very contentedly.
The neighbors say they are "lovering."
Chaïm tosses up his earnings wrapped in a piece of paper, and Hannah catches them in the air—not for the first time in her life, either!
"You're a wonder!" says Chaïm, and shows no disposition to go away.
"Off with you, Chaïm!" she says, smiling. "I daren't take my eyes off the sick child. I have stood the cradle near the fire-place, and I skim with one hand and rock with the other."
"How is it, poor little thing?"
"Better."
"God be praised! Where is Henne?"