he dumplings and taking another sip or two of wine, my father inquired to whom the country belong

ry pious one, who wears a fur cap, and who is called Joseph ben Joseph. He is the high priest of the Sefard?m, and drive

ogue?" asked my father, wondering, and th

guest tells me that in his country there is a

questioned my mother,

es, he says, and golden vessels-everythin

and roofed with silver, where the furniture is gold, and diamonds and pearls lie scattered in the street. And I feel sure, were I really there, I should know what to do-I should know how to hide things-they would shake nothing out of me. I should certainly bring home a lovely present for my mother, diamond ear-rings and several pearl necklaces. I look at the one mother is wearing, at her ear-rings, and I feel a great desire to

our guest, that he has read my thoughts, a

d, wait till after Passover