She was prepared to write an essay on _Tzimmus_ as a gastronomic ideal.

There were other pleasing Polish combinations which were baked for twopence by the local bakers.

_Tabechas_, or stuffed entrails, and liver, lights or milt were good substitutes for meat.

A favorite soup was _Borsch_, which was made with beet-root, fat taking the place of the more fashionable cream.
The national dish was seldom their lot; when fried fish came it was usually from the larder of Mrs.Simons, a motherly old widow, who lived in the second floor front, and presided over the confinements of all the women and the sicknesses of all the children in the neighborhood.

Her married daughter Dinah was providentially suckling a black-eyed boy when Mrs.Ansell died, so Mrs.Simons converted her into a foster mother of little Sarah, regarding herself ever afterwards as under special responsibilities toward the infant, whom she occasionally took to live with her for a week, and for whom she saw heaven encouraging a future alliance with the black-eyed foster brother.