Oh, but I do wish," she concluded, "we had had a holiday.

It would have been so lovely out in the Park." Victoria Park was _the_ Park to the Ghetto.

A couple of miles off, far enough to make a visit to it an excursion, it was a perpetual blessing to the Ghetto.

On rare Sunday afternoons the Ansell family minus the _Bube_ toiled there and back _en masse_, Moses carrying Isaac and Sarah by turns upon his shoulder.

Esther loved the Park in all weathers, but best of all in the summer, when the great lake was bright and busy with boats, and the birds twittered in the leafy trees and the lobelias and calceolarias were woven into wonderful patterns by the gardeners.