Rejoice, dear lady, and your young friend! I have already spoken with Rabbi Schamil and he took kindly to my suggestion. Tonight he will make you a visit.
My mother jumped up and joined me in his arms.
What do you say now about your mother? she asked with affection and pride. What if I get you to Rabbi Schamils daughter!
I nearly choked with joy, but I controlled myself and said, I have seen her at some point in passing, and she seems to me to be pretty cover. But she does not have a wart on his upper lip?
Then I got a slap on my non-pleasurable sake and mother drove around to ornament our poor room in good faith and make them worthy of the great visit. But the longer the line, the more sedate and thoughtful she was, and when Rabbi Schamil finally came, she would certainly meet him in the most