Look at my Leah.

She _will_ marry that Sam Levine, though he belongs to a lax English family, and I suspect his mother was a proselyte.

She can't fry fish any way.

I don't say anything against Sam, but still I do think my Leah might have told me before falling in love with him.

And yet see how I treat them! My Michael made a _Missheberach_ for them in synagogue the Sabbath after the engagement; not a common eighteen-penny benediction, but a guinea one, with half-crown blessings thrown in for his parents and the congregation, and a gift of five shillings to the minister.