"Here, turn thy face round, child," said Malka, putting her hand on the girl's forcibly averted head. "Be not so sullen, thy mother was like that, she'd want to bite my head off if I hinted thy father was not the man for her, and then she'd _schmull_ and sulk for a week after. Thank God, we have no one like that in this house. I couldn't live for a day with people with such nasty tempers. Her temper worried her into the grave, though, if thy father had not brought his mother over from Poland my poor cousin might have carried home my fish to-night instead of thee. Poor Gittel, peace be upon him! Come tell me what ails thee, or thy dead mother will be cross with thee." Esther turned her head and murmured: "I thought you might lend me the three and sevenpence halfpenny!" "Lend thee--?" exclaimed Malka. "Why, how canst thou ever repay it?" "Oh yes," affirmed Esther earnestly. "I have lots of money in the bank." "Eh! what? In the bank!" gasped Malka. "Yes. I won five pounds in the school and I'll pay you out of that." "Thy father never told me that!" said Malka. "He kept that dark. Ah, he is a regular _Schnorrer_!" "My father hasn't seen you since," retorted Esther hotly. "If you had come round when he was sitting _shiva_ for Benjamin, peace be upon him, you would have known." Malka got as red as fire. Moses had sent Solomon round to inform the _Mishpocha_ of his affliction, but at a period when the most casual acquaintance thinks it his duty to call (armed with hard boiled eggs, a pound of sugar, or an ounce of tea) on the mourners condemned to sit on the floor for a week, no representative of the "family" had made an appearance. Moses took it meekly enough, but his mother insisted that such a slight from Zachariah Square would never have been received if he had married another woman, and Esther for once agreed with her grandmother's sentiments if not with her Hibernian expression of them. But that the child should now dare to twit the head of the family with bad behavior was intolerable to Malka, the more so as she had no defence. "Thou impudent of face!" she cried sharply. "Dost thou forget whom thou talkest to?" "No," retorted Esther. "You are my father's cousin--that is why you ought to have come to see him." "I am not thy father's cousin, God forbid!" cried Malka. "I was thy mother's cousin, God have mercy on her, and I wonder not you drove her into the grave between the lot of you. I am no relative of any of you, thank God, and from this day forwards I wash my hands of the lot of you, you ungrateful pack! Let thy father send you into the streets, with matches, not another thing will I do for thee." "Ungrateful!" said Esther hotly. "Why, what have you ever done for us? When my poor mother was alive you made her scrub your floors and clean your windows, as if she was an Irishwoman."