"Let me be! I'm too old now to get a _Chosan_, so let me be as I am.

I can always earn my own living." "Thou seest, Shemuel ?" said Simcha.

"Thou seest my sorrows?
Thou seest how impious our children wax in this godless country." "Let her be, Simcha, let her be," said the Reb.

"She is young yet.

If she hasn't any inclination thereto--!" "And what is _her_ inclination?
A pretty thing, forsooth! Is she going to make her mother a laughing-stock! Are Mrs.Jewell and Mrs.Abrahams to dandle grandchildren in my face, to gouge out my eyes with them! It isn't that she can't get young men.