[He rise.] Burn it! [He moves toward the settee.] Put it in the stove and burn it!
Sara
[Goes to him]. Oh, Yosele, you are breaking my heart when you speak like this! And I tried to be so happy on your birthday!
Cantor
[Stares at her incredulously]. Happy—happy? You are happy? You look in my face and tell me happy you are?
Sara
[With a tragic attempt to smile]. Sure! Look at me, ain’t my face smiling? [Sits beside Cantor.] Why shouldn’t I be happy? Ain’t it today you are sixty years old?
Cantor
[Doesn’t seem to hear; mutters]. A surprise—that’s a fine surprise I got....