"Yes, dear. About this man, Pinchas."
"Yes, Hannah."
"I am sorry I spoke harshly of him,''
"Ah, that is right, my daughter. If he is poor and ill-clad we must only honor him the more. Wisdom and learning must be respected if they appear in rags. Abraham entertained God's messengers though they came as weary travellers."
"I know, father, it is not because of his appearance that I do not like him. If he is really a scholar and a poet, I will try to admire him as you do."
"Now you speak like a true daughter of Israel."
"But about my marrying him—you are not really in earnest?"
"He is." said Reb Shemuel, evasively.
"Ah, I knew you were not," she said, catching the lurking twinkle in his eye. "You know I could never marry a man like that."
"Your mother could," said the Reb.