He seemed any kind of man save a Jew to the puzzled father. 'Hannah, you must have known of this—these clothes,' S. Cohn spluttered.
'They don't cost anything,' she murmured. 'The child amuses himself. He will never really be called out.'
'If he is, I'll stop his supplies.'
'Oh,' said Simon airily, 'the Government will attend to that.'
'Indeed!' And S. Cohn's face grew black. 'But remember—you may go, but you shall never come back.'
'Oh, Solomon! How can you utter such an awful omen?'
Simon laughed. 'Don't bother, mother. He's bound to take me back. Isn't it in the papers that he promised?'
S. Cohn went from black to green.