"Brum will read it much better than that snuffling old Winkelstein."
"Sha! Enough! The Din is the Din!"
"It was never meant to stop my poor Brum from—"
"The Din is the Din. It won't let you dance on its head or chop wood on its back. Besides, the synagogue refuses, so make an end."
"I will make an end. I'll have Minyan (congregation) here, in our own house."
"What!" and the poor man stared in amaze. "Always she falls from heaven with a new idea!"
"Brum shall not be disappointed." And she gave the silent boy a passionate hug.
"But we have no Scroll of the Law," Brum said, speaking at last, and to the point.
"Ah, that's you all over, Zillah," cried Jossel, relieved,—"loud drumming in front and no soldiers behind!"