He laughed and cried like a child, and exchanged embraces with the almsgatherers.
"Brothers!" he exclaimed as he danced, "let us be merry, let us be Jews! Musicians, give us something cheerful—something gayer, livelier, louder!"
"This is what you call a Jewish wedding!"
"This is how a Jew makes merry!"
So the guests and the almsgatherers clapped their hands in time to the music.
Yes, dear readers, it was what I call a Jewish Wedding!
A GLOOMY WEDDING
They handed Gittel a letter that had come by post, she put on her spectacles, sat down by the window, and began to read.
She read, and her face began to shine, and the wrinkled skin took on a little color. It was plain that what she read delighted her beyond measure, she devoured the words, caught her breath, and wept aloud in the fulness of her joy.
"At last, at last! Blessed be His dear Name, whom I am not worthy to mention! I do not know, Gottinyu, how to thank Thee for the mercy Thou hast shown me. Beile! Where is Beile? Where is Yossel? Children! Come, make haste and wish me joy, a great joy has befallen us! Send for Avremele, tell him to come with Zlatke and all the children."