'Ask sooner what the Almighty has done,' he said.
Barstein felt rebuked. One does not like to lose one's character as a holy angel. 'But your restaurant?' he said. 'Where is that?'
'That is here.'
'Here!' echoed Barstein, staring round again.
'Where else? Here is a wide opening for a kosher restaurant. There are hundreds and hundreds of Greeners lodging all around—poor young men with only a bed or a corner of a room to sleep on. They know not where to go to eat, and my wife, God be thanked, is a knowing cook.'
'Oh, then, your restaurant is only an idea.'
'Naturally—a counsel that I have given myself.'
'But have you enough plates and dishes and tablecloths? Can you afford to buy the food, and to risk it's not being eaten?'
Nehemiah raised his hands to heaven.
'Not being eaten! With a family like mine!'