My husband had a Rabbi baked in gingerbread and sent it in exchange to the donor, with the inscription 'A Rabbi sends a Rabbi.'" Reb Shemuel laughed heartily, hearing this afresh at the lips of his wife.

But Pinchas was bent double like a convulsive note of interrogation.
The clock on the mantelshelf began to strike nine.

Levi jumped to his feet.
"I shall be late for school!" he cried, making for the door.
"Stop! stop!" shouted his father.

"Thou hast not yet said grace." "Oh, yes, I have, father.

While you were all telling stories I was _benshing_ quietly to myself." "Is Saul also among the prophets, is Levi also among the story-tellers ?" murmured Pinchas to himself.