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Even Belcovitch, bent over his press-iron, sometimes omitted to rebuke Fanny's badinage. The course of true love seemed to run straight to the Canopy Fanny had already worked the bridegroom's praying shawl when suddenly a storm broke. At first the cloud was no bigger than a man's hand in fact, it was a man's hand. Elias espied it groping for Fanny's in the dim space between the two machines.
Belcovitch medicine-bottles till they died, and the lucky but henpecked Shosshi gathering up half the treasure on behalf of the buxom Becky. Refusing the glass of rum, she escaped. Esther was anxious to experience again the magic taste and savor of the once coveted delicacies. Alas! the preliminary sniff failed to make her mouth water, the first bite betrayed the inferiority of the potatoes used.
He was a boot-maker, who could expound the Talmud and play the fiddle, but was unable to earn a living. He was marrying Fanny Belcovitch because his parents-in-law would give him free board and lodging for a year, and because he liked her. Fanny was a plump, pulpy girl, not in the prime of youth.
He had even imagined his arm round her waist, but in practice he found he could go no further as yet than ordinary conversation. Becky was sitting sewing buttonholes when Shosshi arrived. Everybody was there Mr. Belcovitch pressing coats with hot irons; Fanny shaking the room with her heavy machine; Pesach Weingott cutting a piece of chalk-marked cloth; Mrs.
"A fat lot I care," said Becky, tossing her curls. "Thou carest for nothing," said Mrs. Belcovitch, seizing the opportunity for maternal admonition. "Thou hast not even brought me my medicine to-night. Thou wilt find, it on the chest of drawers in the bedroom." Becky shook herself impatiently. "I will go," said the special young man.
The motion that the Maggid's application be refused was put to the vote and carried by a large majority. It was the fate of the Maggid to be the one subject on which Belcovitch and the Shalotten Shammos agreed. They agreed as to his transcendent merits and they agreed as to the adequacy of his salary. "But he's so weakly," protested Mendel Hyams, who was in the minority. "He coughs blood."
The Maggid poured himself out a glass of rum, under cover of the laughter, and murmuring "Life to you." in Hebrew, gulped it down, and added, "They oughtn't to call it the Dutch tongue, but the Dutch nose." "Yes, I always wonder how they can understand one another," said Mrs. Belcovitch, "with their chatuchayacatigewesepoopa."
Becky tossed her head. "I've got a new dolman," she said, turning to one of her young men who was present by special grace. "You should see me in it. I look noble." "Yes," said Mrs. Belcovitch proudly. "It shines in the sun." "Is it like the one Bessie Sugarman's got?" inquired the young man. "Bessie Sugarman!" echoed Becky scornfully. "She gets all her things from the tallyman.
Blissfully unconscious of the Dutch taint in Pesach Weingott, Bear Belcovitch bustled about in reckless hospitality. He felt that engagements were not every-day events, and that even if his whole half-sovereign's worth of festive provision was swallowed up, he would not mind much.
"Nu, Becky!" breathed Belcovitch, in a whisper that could have been heard across the way. "How are you? All right?" said Becky, very loud, as if she thought deafness was among Shosshi's disadvantages. Shosshi grinned reassuringly. There was another silence. Shosshi wondered whether the convenances would permit him to take his leave now. He did not feel comfortable at all.
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