But God is good." "Can't you sell something ?" said Reb Shemuel, thoughtfully caressing his long, gray-streaked black beard.
"I have sold lemons, but the four or five shillings I made went in bread for the children and in rent.

Money runs through the fingers somehow, with a family of five and a frosty winter.

When the lemons were gone I stood where I started." The Rabbi sighed sympathetically and slipped half-a-crown into Moses's palm.

Then he hurried out.

His boy, Levi, stayed behind a moment to finish a transaction involving the barter of a pea-shooter for some of Solomon's buttons.