, yisso hadoshem
ponov eilecho veyosem lecho sholom._
[_Then she goes toward the kitchen. As she turns at the door, he
is again writing. She shakes her finger at him, repeating_]
_Gut Shabbos!_

DAVID
_Gut Shabbos!_
[_Puts down the pen and smiles after her till the door closes,
then with a deep sigh takes his cape from the peg and his
violin-case, pauses, still humming, to take up his pen and write
down a fresh phrase, finally puts on his hat and is just about to
open the street-door when KATHLEEN enters from her bedroom fully
dressed to go, and laden with a large brown paper parcel and an
umbrella. He turns at the sound of her footsteps and remains at
the door, holding his violin-case during the ensuing dialogue._]

DAVID
You're not going out this bitter weather?

KATHLEEN [_Sharply fending him off with her umbrella_]
And who's to shtay me?

DAVID
Oh, but you mustn't--_I'll_ do your errand--what is it?

KATHLEEN [_Indignantly_]
Errand, is it, indeed! I'm not here!

DAVID
Not here?

KATHLEEN
I'm lavin', they'll come for me thrunk--and ye'll witness I don't take
the candleshtick.

DAVID
But who's sending you away?

KATHLEEN
It's sending meself away I am--yer houly grandmother has me disthroyed
intirely.

DAVID
Why, what has the poor old la----?

KATHLEEN
I don't be saltin' the mate and I do be mixin' the crockery and----!

DAVID [_Gently_]
I know, I know--but, Kathleen, remember she was brought up to these
things from childhood. And her father was a Rabbi.

KATHLEEN
What's that? A priest?

DAVID
A sort of priest. In Russia he was a great man. Her husband, too, was a
mighty scholar, and to give him time to study the holy books she had to
do chores all day for him and the children.

KATHLEEN
Oh, those priests!

DAVID [_Smiling_]
No, _he_ wasn't a priest. But he took sick and died and the children
left her--went to America or heaven or other far-off places--and she was
left all penniless and alone.

KATHLEEN
Poor ould lady.

DAVID
Not so old yet, for she was married at fifteen.

KATHLEEN
Poor young crathur!

DAVID
But she was still the good angel of the congregation--sat up with the
sick and watched over the dead.

KATHLEEN
Saints alive! And not scared?

DAVID
No, nothing scared her--except me. I got a broken-down fiddle and used
to play it even on _Shabbos_--I was very naughty. But she was so lovely
to me. I still remember