"Is it? I thought it was three Gods."
"That is not the essential."
"Thank God!" he said. Then he added hurriedly: "But will you be happy with him? Such different bringing up! You can't really feel close to him."
She laughed and blushed. "There are deeper things than one's bringing up, father."
"But if after marriage you should have a quarrel, he would always throw up to you that you are a Jewess."
"No, Alfred will never do that."
"Then make haste, little Schnapsie, or your old father won't live to see you under the canopy."
She smiled happily, believing him. "But there won't be any canopy," she said.
"Well, well, whatever it is," he laughed back, with horrid imagining that it might be a Cross.