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"He ought to go to a sunny place for a week," said Belcovitch compassionately. "Yes, he must certainly have that," said Karlkammer. "Let us add as a rider that although we cannot pay him more per week, he must have a week's holiday in the country. The Shalotten Shammos shall write the letter to Rothschild."
Meantime, her mother had been calling her "Alte," or "old 'un," which sounded endearing to the child, but grated on the woman arriving ever nearer to the years of discretion. Occasionally, Mrs. Belcovitch succumbed to the prevailing tendency, and called her "Fanny," just as she sometimes thought of herself as Mrs. Belcovitch, though her name was Kosminski.
Belcovitch resumed her loving manipulation of the wig. The Belcovitch workshop was another of the landmarks of the past that had undergone no change, despite the cupboard with glass doors and the slight difference in the shape of the room. The paper roses still bloomed in the corners of the mirror, the cotton-labels still adorned the wall around it.
Belcovitch buys it: I have seen him with a Yiddish paper. The 'hands' say that instead of breaking off suddenly in the middle of a speech, as of old, he sometimes stops pressing for five minutes together to denounce Gideon, the member for Whitechapel, and to say that Mr. Henry Goldsmith is the only possible saviour of Judaism in the House of Commons." "Ah, then he does read The flag of Judah!
He's always wearing his corduroys away at the knees." "But where is everybody? And why is there no fire?" said Benjamin impatiently. "It's beastly cold." "Father hopes to get a bread, coal and meat ticket to-morrow, dear." "Well, this is a pretty welcome for a fellow!" grumbled Benjamin. "I'm so sorry, Benjy! If I'd only known you were coming I might have borrowed some coals from Mrs. Belcovitch.
The water was running into the cistern with a soothing, peaceful sound. Shosshi consented to go and see Mr. Belcovitch. Mr. Belcovitch made no parade. Everything was as usual. On the wooden table were two halves of squeezed lemons, a piece of chalk, two cracked cups and some squashed soap. He was not overwhelmed by Shosshi, but admitted he was solid.
Belcovitch did not possess an umbrella. He had two, one of fine new silk, the other a medley of broken ribs and cotton rags. Becky had given him the first to prevent the family disgrace of the spectacle of his promenades with the second. But he would not carry the new one on week-days because it was too good. And on Sabbaths it is a sin to carry any umbrella.
He plodded towards his blushing Chayah through a tempest of disapprobation. Throughout life Bear Belcovitch retained the contrariety of character that marked his matrimonial beginnings. He hated to part with money; he put off paying bills to the last moment, and he would even beseech his "hands" to wait a day or two longer for their wages.
Belcovitch did not know this it made no difference. "Thou livest too much indoors," said Mr. Sugarman, in Yiddish. "Shall I march about in this weather? Black and slippery, and the Angel going a-hunting?" "Ah!" said Mr. Sugarman, relapsing proudly into the vernacular, "Ve English valk about in all vedders."
As the last little girl, though patently awe-struck, had come off with flying colors, merely by whimpering "Fanny Belcovitch," Alte imitated these sounds as well as she was able. "Fanny Belcovitch, did you say?" said the Head Mistress, pausing with arrested pen. Alte nodded her flaxen poll vigorously. "Fanny Belcovitch," she repeated, getting the syllables better on a second hearing.
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