And Sofia agreed, and the young man agreed. The wedding of the first daughter took place in the spring, and that of the second daughter late in the fall. In three different synagogues dinners for the poor were served at Moishe Goldberg's expense for a full week. And because he gave no dowry, he sent checks to every charitable institution. He agreed to forget the monthly rent due from a dozen tenants. Many an old account was torn out. All the people working for him got a raise in their wages. * * * * * After the wedding the young couple went on a honeymoon to Chicago, where the first daughter now lived. When they returned Moishe Goldberg took his son-in-law down to the store and showed him the new sign, "Goldberg & Waldman, Wholesale and Retail Grocers." There was not much to be said. The two men kissed each other in sight of all the people on the street. The young man entered the store. "This is your new boss," Goldberg said to his employees. "I will begin to sleep a little longer every morning from now on." Waldman greeted the men, shook hands with some. His father-in-law showed him the back of the store, packed with boxes and barrels and bags. He brought him down the cellar where the herring barrels were deposited. "Ephraim, my son, I will tell Sofia to make you an apron. I will make a regular grocer out of you." The next day the young man saw merchandise come and go, checks come and checks go, with no order, no billing, Moishe Goldberg only noting down in his book an item here and there. "And where are your books, father?" "What books; who needs books, who?" "Why, father, how can you carry on such a business without books?" "You are as silly as all the other young chaps. I am twenty years in business and never saw the need of books. What I am afraid I won't remember I note down here--that's good enough for me. Have a look at my check book and see." Ephraim Waldman went home a worried man that evening. It was Friday night, and the best fish ever cooked, for which Mrs. Goldberg was so famous, was not good enough to relieve his mind. Even Sofia's kisses were thrown away. "What's the matter with Ephraim?" the mother asked. "He wants books." Moishe Goldberg laughed aloud as he patted his daughter. "You can see he is a bookkeeper; without books he can't even eat fish." * * * * * Waldman wanted to expostulate, but his father-in-law cut him short. "At home, and especially on Saturday, I don't allow business talk. If you can't be merry, go to your rooms with your wife." "No use being so cross with him," Goldberg's wife said after the young people had retired. "I don't want him to spoil my holiday, the young smut-nose-know-everything. Goes two years to school and thinks that even God owes him an accounting. He must remember that he is in Moishe Goldberg's house."