'Not if you haven't got them!' rejoined Simeon Samuels. 'And if you haven't got a land, you can't keep its Sabbath. Perhaps you think we can keep the Jubilee also without a country.'
'The Sabbath is eternal,' repeated the Parnass doggedly. 'It has nothing to do with countries. Before we got to the Promised Land we kept the Sabbath in the wilderness.'
'Yes, and God sent a double dose of manna on the Friday. Do you mean to say He sends us here a double dose of profit?'
'He doesn't let us starve. We prospered well enough before you brought your wretched example——'
'Then my wretched example cannot lead the congregation away. I am glad of it. You do them much more harm by your way of Sabbath-breaking.'
'My way!'
'Yes, my dear old father—peace be upon him!—would have been scandalized to see the burden you carry on the Sabbath.'
'What burden do I carry?'
'Your snuff-box!'
The Parnass almost dropped it. 'That little thing!'