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Belcovitch mentioned that it was extremely nasty, and offered the young man a taste, whereat he rejoiced inwardly, knowing he had found favor in the sight of the parent. Mrs. Belcovitch paid a penny a week to her doctor, in sickness or health, so that there was a loss on being well. Becky used to fill up the bottles with water to save herself the trouble of going to fetch the medicine, but as Mrs.
And yet Bear Belcovitch had lived in much better style in Poland, possessing a brass wash-hand basin, a copper saucepan, silver spoons, a silver consecration beaker, and a cupboard with glass doors, and he frequently adverted to their fond memories. But he brought nothing away except his bedding, and that was pawned in Germany on the route.
"I should like to drop down dead suddenly," he would say with the air of a philosopher, who had thought it all out. "I shouldn't care to lie up in bed and mess about with medicine and doctors. To make a long job of dying is so expensive." "So?" said Shosshi. "Don't worry, Bear! I dare say the devil will seize you suddenly," interposed Mrs. Belcovitch drily. "It will not be the devil," said Mr.
Belcovitch staggered. "Six pounds!" he repeated, dazed. "Yes. I wish to go to America with my wife. And I want you moreover to give your hand as a countryman that you will not breathe a word of this, whatever you hear.
"Becky, quick rub my leg with liniment, the thick one," she whispered in Yiddish. "It's only me, Esther Ansell!" cried the visitor. "What! Esther!" cried Mrs. Belcovitch. "Gott in Himmel!" and, throwing down the comb, she fell in excess of emotion upon Esther's neck. "I have so often wanted to see you," cried the sickly-looking little woman who hadn't altered a wrinkle.
The English laborer, who has been forbidden State Lotteries, relieves the monotony of existence by an extremely indirect interest in the achievements of a special breed of horses. "Nu, Pesach, another glass of rum," said Mr. Belcovitch genially to his future son-in-law and boarder. "Yes, I will," said Pesach. "After all, this is the first time I've got engaged." The rum was of Mr.
"Not much of a rise that," said Esther smiling, for the Belcovitches had always lived on the third floor. "Oh, they could have gone to a better street altogether," explained Debby, "only Mr. Belcovitch didn't like the expense of a van." "Then, Sugarman the Shadchan must have moved, too," said Esther. "He used to have the first floor." "Yes, he's got the third now.
Belcovitch surveyed the situation out of the corners of his eyes, not pausing a moment in his task. "Nu, how goes it, Becky?" Shosshi murmured. Becky said, "All right, how are you?" "God be thanked, I have nothing to complain of," said Shosshi, encouraged by the warmth of his welcome. "My eyes are rather weak, still, though much better than last year."
To Raphael, who had never heard the psalmic wails of "The Sons of the Covenant" or the Polish ditties of Fanny Belcovitch, it seemed also full of originality. He wished to lose himself in the sweet melancholy, but Mrs. Goldsmith, who had taken Esther's seat at his side, would not let him. "Her own composition words and music," she whispered.
"What was good enough for my father is good enough for me," retorted Belcovitch. "The Shool he took me to at home had a beautiful Chazan, and he always sang it 'Ei, Ei, Ei." "I don't care what you heard at home. In England every Chazan sings 'Oi, Oi, Oi." "We can't take our tune from England," said Karlkammer reprovingly.
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