"And every evening when work is done, we two shall sit together, side by side, just as we are doing now," and he puts an arm around her.
"And you will tell me everything, all about everything," she says, laying a hand on his shoulder, while with the other she takes hold of his chin, and looks into his eyes.
They feel so happy, so light at heart.
Everything in the house has taken on an air of kindliness, there is a soft, attractive gloss on every object in the room, on the walls and the table, the familiar things make signs to her, and speak to her as friend to friend. The two are silent, lost in their own thoughts.
"Look," she says to him, and takes her bank-book out of the chest, "two hundred and forty rubles already. I shall make it up to three hundred, and then you won't have to say, 'I took you just as you were."
"Go along with you, you are very unjust, and I'm cross with you, Feigele."
"Why? Because I tell you the truth to your face?" she asks, looking into his face and laughing.
He turns his head away, pretending to be offended. "You little silly, are you feeling hurt? I was only joking, can't you see?"
So it goes on, till the old mother's face peeps out from behind the curtain, warning them that it is time to go to rest, when the young couple bid each other goodnight.
Reb Yainkel, Feigele's father, fell ill.
It was in the beginning of winter, and there was war between winter and summer: the former sent a
