"To-day"—father wanted to cheer me up—"they are coming to measure you for the wedding dress."
I was silent.
"Aren't you pleased?" he asked.
"Why shouldn't I be?"
"You don't even know what they are making you!"
"But they've measured me once already."
Hereupon my mother came in with the Röfeh himself.
I felt relieved, and yet all the time something mourned within me: "Perhaps you will never see him again."
"What a world it is!" Thus the Röfeh coming in panting and groaning. "Reb Zeinwill marries a young girl, and the treasurer's Leezerl has turned ascetic and run away from his wife."
"Leezerl!" cried mother, in astonishment.