"'Man doth not live by bread alone.'"
"As you please. But don't ask us to throw up our comfortable home here."
"Comfortable home!" and Peloni grew almost apoplectic as he reminded them of their miseries.
"Persecution?" They shrugged their shoulders. "It comes only now and again, like a snow-storm, and we crawl through it."
"That's just it—the lack of manliness—the poisoned atmosphere!"
"Bah! The Goyim refuse us equal rights because they know we're their superiors. Let us not jump from the frying-pan into the fire."
So Peloni sailed for New York alone.
III
He was rather disappointed to find no other pilgrim even on the ship. True, there was one Jew, but the business Paradise of New York was his goal across this waste of waters, and of Noah's Ark he had never heard. Peloni's panegyric of Grand Island was rendered ineffective by his own nebulous conception of its commercial possibilities. He passed the slow days in the sailing-vessel polishing up his English, the literature of which he had long studied.