That night I cried in my sleep; my mother woke me, and sat down beside me on my bed.
"Hush, my child," she said, "don't let us wake father." And our conversation was whispered into each other's ears.
I noticed that mother was greatly disturbed; she looked at me inquiringly, as though determined to get at the truth, and I resolved to say nothing, at all events so long as my father slept.
"My child, why have you been crying?"
"I don't know, mother."
"Do you feel well?"
"Yes, Mamishe; only sometimes my head aches."
She sat on my bed, leaning half way over, and I drew nearer her and laid my head on her breast.
"Mother," I asked, "why does your heart beat so loud?"
"For fear, Tochter'she."