With raisins in them.
Moey
Oh, I like them. Can I have some?
Cantor
Certainly, my child, but sing first.
[Moey picks up the prayer book and sings the melody conscientiously and beautifully. He sings it straight through to the end. There is a quality of plaintiveness in this rendition which pleases the Cantor. As Moey is singing, Sara enters from the kitchen, a small brass chopping bowl in her hand. She pauses until the boy finishes. Sara is a small woman, thin, tense, with large, vivid black eyes and gray hair parted neatly and drawn back in a knot. She wears an apron over a black and white dotted voile dress. The Cantor speaks with delight.]
Cantor
Ain’t that beautiful, Sara?
Sara
It’s very nice the way you sing, Moey. I’m going to tell your mama what a good boy you are.