If the Almighty is not good to us, we shall come to the Board of Guardians ourselves." "Not quite so bad as that, mother," laughed Michael, twirling the massive diamond ring on his finger.

"How's baby?
Is it ready to be redeemed ?" "Which baby ?" said Malka, with well-affected agnosticism.
"Phew!" whistled Michael.

"What's up now, mother ?" "Nothing, my pet, nothing." "Well, I'm going across.

Come along, mother.

Oh, wait a minute.