Three days and three nights Reb Binyomin split his head and puzzled his brains over these questions, till the Almighty had pity on his small skull and feeble intelligence, and sent him a happy thought.
"After all, it is an inheritance from one's one and only mother (peace be upon her!), it is a thing from Thingland! I must adapt it to some useful purpose, so that Heaven and earth may envy me its possession!" And he sent to fetch Yitzchok-Yossel Broitgeber, the tailor, who could make every kind of garment, and said to him:
"Reb Yitzchok-Yossel, you see this article?"
"I see it."
"Yes, you see it, but do you understand it, really and truly understand it?"
"I think I do."
"But do you know what this is, ha?"
"A quilt."
"Ha, ha, ha! A quilt? I could have told you that myself. But the stuff, the material?"
"It's good material, beautiful stuff."