The thoughts of both ran strongly in the direction of sensuous enjoyment, and they preferred baked potatoes, especially potatoes touched with gravy, to all the joys of the kindergarten.

Isaac's ambition ran in the direction of eider-down beds such as he had once felt at Malka's and Moses soothed him by the horizon-like prospect of such a new bed.

Places of honor had already been conceded by the generous little chap to his father and brother.
Heaven alone knows how he had come to conceive their common bed as his own peculiar property in which the other three resided at night on sufferance.

He could not even plead it was his by right of birth in it.
But Isaac was not after all wholly given over to worldly thoughts, for an intellectual problem often occupied his thoughts and led him to slap little Sarah's arms.

He had been born on the 4th of December while Sarah had been born a year later on the 3d.
"It ain't, it can't be," he would say.