"Ah, you are a sad _Epikouros_" he said, half seriously.

"If you loved God you would not want an organ to take your thoughts to heaven." He released her ear and took up his pen, humming with unction a synagogue air full of joyous flourishes.
Hannah turned to go, then turned back.
"Father," she said nervously, blushing a little, "who was that you said you had in your eye ?" "Oh, nobody in particular," said the Reb, equally embarrassed and avoiding meeting her eye, as if to conceal the person in his.
"But you must have meant something by it," she said gravely.

"You know I'm not going to be married off to please other people." The Reb wriggled uncomfortably in his chair.

"It was only a thought--an idea.

If it does not come to you, too, it shall be nothing.