"And after all," Moishe Goldberg said to his wife, "maybe it's better so. I will take him into the business. Why should my son-in-law work elsewhere? Sofia will continue to live with us. There is plenty room in the house."
And Sofia agreed, and the young man agreed. The wedding of the first daughter took place in the spring, and that of the second daughter late in the fall.
In three different synagogues dinners for the poor were served at Moishe Goldberg's expense for a full week.
And because he gave no dowry, he sent checks to every charitable institution. He agreed to forget the monthly rent due from a dozen tenants. Many an old account was torn out. All the people working for him got a raise in their wages.
After the wedding the young couple went on a honeymoon to Chicago, where the first daughter now lived.
When they returned Moishe Goldberg took his son-in-law down to the store and showed him the new sign, "Goldberg & Waldman, Wholesale and Retail Grocers."
There was not much to be said. The two men kissed each other in sight of all the people on the street. The young man entered the store.
"This is your new boss," Goldberg said to his employees. "I will begin to sleep a little longer every morning from now on."
Waldman greeted the men, shook hands with some. His father-in-law showed him the back of the store, packed with boxes and barrels and bags. He brought him down the cellar where the herring barrels were deposited.