"And yours? and yours? and yours?"
"Tailor, dressmaker, machinist"—every trade is represented.
The veterans of industry. The temple of Invalids.
The widow's father lived there only two months. I saw him buried in the cold ground. An old man from the Home stood near the grave.
"I wish to be buried right here," he said.
"Why?"
"I got used to him—we were neighbours. His bed was next to mine."
"What was the matter with the old Baruch?" I asked.
"The servants did not like him," he answered.
"Was he ill? I mean old Baruch."