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her, and as though she had come in contact with some- thing unclean, she snatched off the wig, threw in onto the floor and hastily left the room.
Father and mother stood and looked at each other in dismay.
The day after the marriage ceremony, the bride- groom's mother rose early, and, bearing large scissors, and the wig and a hood which she had brought from her home as a present for the bride, she went to dress the latter for the "breakfast."
But the groom's mother remained outside the room, because the bride had locked herself in, and would open her door to no one.
The groom's mother ran calling aloud for help to her husband, who, together with a dozen uncles and brothers- in-law, was still sleeping soundly after the evening's festivity. She then sought out the bridegroom, an eighteen-year-old boy with his mother's milk still on his lips, who, in a silk caftan and a fur cap, was moving about the room in bewildered fashion, his eyes on the ground, ashamed to look anyone in the face. In the end she fell back on the mother of the bride, and these two went in to her together, having forced open the door between them.
"Why did you lock yourself in, dear daughter. There is no need to be ashamed."
"Marriage is a Jewish institution !" said the groom's mother, and kissed her future daughter-in-law on both cheeks.
The girl made no reply.
