"See, I have got it printed--the great work which this ignorant English Judaism has left to moulder while it pays its stupid reverends thousands a year for wearing white ties." "And who paid for it now, Mr.Pinchas ?" said the Rebbitzin.
"Who?
Wh-o-o ?" stammered Melchitsedek.

"Who but myself ?" "But you say you are blood-poor." "True as the Law of Moses! But I have written articles for the jargon papers.

They jump at me--there is not a man on the staff of them all who has the pen of a ready writer.

I can't get any money out of them, my dear Rebbitzin, else I shouldn't be without breakfast this morning, but the proprietor of the largest of them is also a printer, and he has printed my little book in return.

But I don't think I shall fill my stomach with the sales.