Hirsch entered, completely out of breath.
"Who do you think has arrived?" he gasped.
"How should I know?"
"Guess."
"I might guess from now until the coming of Meschiach and still not be right."
"Pesach Harretzki, your cousin and old admirer."
Miriam sank into a chair and a smile rippled over her pretty features.
"Pesach Harretzki here? When did he arrive?"
"To-day. This morning. Itzig Maier, who knows all the news in town, has just told me. He has come back from America to visit his old parents and take them with him across the ocean."
"Has he changed much?" asked Miriam.