I did not sleep again till morning. My mother was the first to wake. I wanted to talk with her, but I was accustomed to go for help to my father.
There, he wakes.
"Do you know, Sarah'le," are his first words, "I feel so well to-day. You will see, I shall go out."
"Praise to His dear Name! It is all owing to our daughter's good fortune, all thanks to her merit."
"And the Röfeh was quite right: the milk agrees very well with me."
They are silent, and the good angel repeats:
"If you are good and pious, your father will get well, while if your lips let fall wicked words, he will decline and die."
"Listen, Sarah'le," continued my father, "you are not to go about peddling any more."
"What do you mean?"
"What I say! I will go to-day to Reb Zeinwill; he will take me into a business, or lend me a few rubles, and we will have a little shop; I will serve a bit, and you a bit—and later I will deal in produce."