'_I_ may eat it,' replied the Rabbi, 'because my father considers it permitted and we may always go by what some eminent Son of the Law decides.

But you unfortunately came to _me_ for an opinion, and the permissibility of peacock is a point on which I have always disagreed with my father.'" Hannah seemed to find peculiar enjoyment in the story.
"Anyhow," concluded Pinchas, "you have a more pious flock than the Rabbi of my native place, who, one day, announced to his congregation that he was going to resign.

Startled, they sent to him a delegate, who asked, in the name of the congregation, why he was leaving them.

'Because,' answered the Rabbi, 'this is the first question any one has ever asked me!'" "Tell Mr.Pinchas your repartee about the donkey," said Hannah, smiling.
"Oh, no, it's not worth while," said the Reb.
"Thou art always so backward with thine own," cried the Rebbitzin warmly.

"Last Purim an impudent of face sent my husband a donkey made of sugar.