"With the sempstress, learning to sew."
"And Yössele?"
"In Choder."
Chaïm lowers his chin and goes away. Hannah follows him with her eyes till he disappears. Thursday and Friday it lasts longer.
"How much have you got there in the paper?" inquires Hannah.
"Twenty-two groschen."
"I am afraid it is not enough!"
"Why, what do you want, Hannah?"
"A sechser's worth of ointment for the baby, a few farthing dips—a Sabbath loaf I have—oh! meat—a pound and a half—let me see—and brandy for the Kiddush, and a few splinters."
"Those I can get for you. There are sure to be some in the market."