I didn't mean anything serious--really, my dear, I didn't.

To tell you the truth," he finished suddenly with a frank, heavenly smile, "the person I had mainly in my eye when I spoke was your mother." This time his eye met hers, and they smiled at each other with the consciousness of the humors of the situation.

The Rebbitzin's broom was heard banging viciously in the passage.

Hannah bent down and kissed the ample forehead beneath the black skull-cap.
"Mr.Levine also writes insisting that I must go to the Purim ball with him and Leah," she said, glancing at the letter.
"A husband's wishes must be obeyed," answered the Reb.
"No, I will treat him as if he were really my husband," retorted Hannah.
"I will have my own way: I shan't go." The door was thrown open suddenly.
"Oh yes thou wilt," said the Rebbitzin.

"Thou art not going to bury thyself alive.".