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"But what if they want to take him altogether at a higher salary?" said Mendel. "No, I'm on the Committee, I'll see to that," said Karlkammer reassuringly. "Then do you think we shall tell him we can't afford to give him more?" asked Belcovitch. There was a murmur of assent with a fainter mingling of dissent.
You see, people get tired of living in the same place. The back apartment at the top of the house you used once to inhabit," Debby put it as delicately as she could "is vacant. The last family had the brokers in." "Are the Belcovitches all well? I remember Fanny married and went to Manchester before I left here." "Oh yes, they are all well." "What? Even Mrs. Belcovitch?"
And the years went rolling on, and the children grew up and here and there a parent. The elders of the synagogue were met in council. "He is greater than a Prince," said the Shalotten Shammos. "If all the Princes of the Earth were put in one scale," said Mr. Belcovitch, "and our Maggid, Moses, in the other, he would outweigh them all.
"No, it is not beautiful that a young man shall go into my bedroom in my absence," said Mrs. Belcovitch blushing. Becky left the room. "Thou knowest," said Mrs. Belcovitch, addressing herself to the special young man, "I suffer greatly from my legs. One is a thick one, and one a thin one." The young man sighed sympathetically. "Whence comes it?" he asked. "Do I know? I was born so.
Then, being absolutely alone in the world, he sold off his scanty furniture, sent the balance of the debt with a sovereign of undemanded interest to Bear Belcovitch, and girded up his loins for the journey to Jerusalem, which had been the dream of his life.
Belcovitch went to the chest of drawers in the corner of the room and took from the top of it a large decanter. She then produced two glasses without feet and filled them with the home-made rum, handing one to Shosshi and the other to her husband. Shosshi muttered a blessing over it, then he leered vacuously at the company and cried, "To life!"
"No," Bessie interposed. "What do you mean?" "At home in my town," said Mr. Belcovitch impressively, "a fish made a noise in the pan one Friday." "Well? and suppose?" said the Shalotten Shammos, passing a fig to the rear, "the oil frizzles." "Nothing of the kind," said Belcovitch angrily, "A real living noise. The woman snatched it out of the pan and ran with it to the Rabbi.
Belcovitch, who had gone outside a moment, said he had bought up the privilege in advance to present to Daniel Hyams, who was a visitor, and whose old father had just died in Jerusalem. There was nearly a free fight in the Shool. So the Shalotten Shammos seceded with nineteen followers and their wives and set up a rival Chevrah round the corner. The other twenty-five still come here.
Becky Belcovitch was a buxom, bouncing girl, with cherry cheeks that looked exotic in a land of pale faces. She wore a mass of black crisp ringlets aggressively suggestive of singeing and curl-papers. She was the belle of Royal Street in her spare time, and womanly triumphs dogged even her working hours. She was sixteen years old, and devoted her youth and beauty to buttonholes.
Under this encouragement Shosshi grew confidential and imparted to his future mother-in-law the details of his mother's disabilities. But he could mention nothing which Mrs. Belcovitch could not cap, for she was a woman extremely catholic in her maladies.
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