'How old is Moshelé?' he asked.
'And don't you remember he was twelve last Tabernacles?'
Nehemiah threw up his long arms. 'Merciful Heaven! He must soon begin to learn his Parshah (confirmation portion). What will it be? Where is my Chumash (Pentateuch)?' Mrs. Silvermann drew it down from the row of ragged books, and Nehemiah, fluttering the pages and bending over the rushlight, became lost to the problem of his future.
Barstein addressed himself to the wife. 'What business do you think your husband could set up here?'
'Is he not a dentist?' she inquired in reply.
Barstein turned to the busy peering flutterer.
'Would you like to be a dentist again?'
'Ah, but how shall I find achers?'
'You put up a sign,' said Barstein. 'One of those cases of teeth. I daresay the landlady will permit you to put it up by the front door, especially if you take an extra room. I will buy you the instruments, furnish the room attractively. You will put in your newspapers—why, people will be glad to come as to a reading-room!' he added smiling.
Nehemiah addressed his wife. 'Did I not say he was a genteel archangel?' he cried ecstatically.