A SIMPLE STORY
Feigele, like all young girls, is fond of dressing and decking herself out.
She has no time for these frivolities during the week, there is work in plenty, no evil eye! and sewing to do; rent is high, and times are bad. The father earns but little, and there is a deal wanting towards her three hundred rubles dowry, beside which her mother trenches on it occasionally, on Sabbath, when the family purse is empty.
"There are as many marriageable young men as dogs, only every dog wants a fat bone," comes into her head.
She dislikes much thinking. She is a young girl and a pretty one. Of course, one shouldn't be conceited, but when she stands in front of the glass, she sees her bright face and rosy cheeks and the fall of her black hair. But she soon forgets it all, as though she were afraid that to rejoice in it might bring her ill-luck.
Sabbath it is quite another thing—there is time and to spare, and on Sabbath Feigele's toilet knows no end.
The mother calls, "There, Feigele, that's enough! You will do very well as you are." But what should old-fashioned women like her know about it? Anything will do for them. Whether you've a hat and jacket on or not, they're just as pleased.
But a young girl like Feigele knows the difference. He is sitting out there on the bench, he, Eleazar, with
