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Updated: July 22, 2025
Reb Shemuel was already poring over a Pentateuch in his Friday night duty of reading the Portion twice in Hebrew and once in Chaldaic.
"I should mind," he said slowly. "But if you loved him he would become a good Jew." The simple conviction of his words moved her to tears, but she kept them back. "But if he wouldn't?" "I should pray. While there is life there is hope for the sinner in Israel." She fell back on her old question. "And you would really not mind whom I married?" "Follow your heart, my little one," said Reb Shemuel.
Reb Shemuel laughed heartily, hearing this afresh at the lips of his wife. But Pinchas was bent double like a convulsive note of interrogation. The clock on the mantelshelf began to strike nine. Levi jumped to his feet. "I shall be late for school!" he cried, making for the door. "Stop! stop!" shouted his father. "Thou hast not yet said grace." "Oh, yes, I have, father.
"Well, how goes it, Reb Méshe?" said Reb Shemuel with his cheery smile, noticing Moses loitering. He called him "Reb" out of courtesy and in acknowledgment of his piety. The real "Reb" was a fine figure of a man, with matter, if not piety, enough for two Moses Ansells. Reb was a popular corruption of "Rav" or Rabbi. "Bad," replied Moses. "I haven't had any machining to do for a month.
He's the son of Reb Shemuel, of whom you may have heard. I haven't met him since we were boy and girl together. He asked permission to call, but I didn't expect him so soon." "Oh, see him by all means, dear. He is probably anxious to talk over old times." "May I ask him up here?" "No unless you particularly want to introduce him to me. I dare say he would rather have you to himself."
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