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And yet Pesach Weingott played the fiddle merrily enough when she went to Becky's engagement-party in her dreams, and galoped with Shosshi Shmendrik, disregarding the terrible eyes of the bride to be: when Hannah, wearing an aureole like a bridal veil, paired off with Meckisch, frothing at the mouth with soap, and Mrs.

Coblenz threw her glance out over the crowded room, surging with a wave of plumes and clipped heads like a swaying bucket of water which crowds but does not lap over its sides. "I guess the crowd is finished coming in by now. You tired, Selene?" Miss Coblenz turned her glowing glance. "Tired! This is the swellest engagement-party I ever had." Mrs.

"'Ow would you like to pay for Pesach's new coat? It just dripped past his shoulder." "I'm so sorry, Becky," said Esther, striving hard to master the tremor in her voice. And drawing a house-cloth from a mysterious recess, she went on her knees in a practical prayer for pardon. Becky snorted and went back to her sister's engagement-party.

Coblenz threw her glance out over the crowded room, surging with a wave of plumes and clipped heads like a swaying bucket of water which crowds but does not lap over its sides. "I guess the crowd is finished coming in by now. You tired, Selene?" Miss Coblenz turned her glowing glance. "Tired! This is the swellest engagement-party I ever had." Mrs.