And it came to pass on a day that Reb Yechiel's daughter-in-law, the Brisk Rabbi's daughter, was expecting the birth of her first child--well, there is nothing new in that, you say? But "thereby hangs a tale." It was well known that the Brisk Rabbi, because he had shaved a Chossid, that is, caused him to be deprived of beard and ear-locks, was made to suffer by the prominent Rebbes. Both his sons (not of you be it said!) died within five or six years, and not one of his three daughters had a boy, beside which every child they bore nearly cost them their life. Everyone saw and knew that it was a visitation of the great Rebbes on the Brisk Rabbi, only he himself, for all his clear-sightedness, did not see it. He went on his way as before, carrying on his opposition by means of force and bans. I was really sorry for Gütele (that was the name of the Rabbi's daughter), really sorry. First, a Jewess; secondly, a good Jewess, such a good, kind soul as never was known. Not a poor girl was married without her assistance--a "silken creature!" And she was to be punished for her father's outburst of anger! And therefore, as soon as I heard the midwife busy in the room, I wanted to move heaven and earth for them to send to the Byàle Rebbe--if only a note without a money-offering--after all, it wasn't as if _he_ needed money. The Byàle Rebbe never thought much of money. But whom was I to speak with? I try it on with the Brisk Rabbi's son-in-law--and I know very well that his soul is bound up with her soul, that he has never hid from himself that domestic happiness shone out of every corner, out of every word and deed--but he is the Brisk Rabbi's son-in-law, he spits, goes away, and leaves me standing with my mouth open. I go to Reb Yechiel himself, and he answers: "It is the Brisk Rabbi's daughter. I could not treat him like that, not even if there were peril of death, heaven forbid!" I try his wife--a worthy soul, but a simple one--and she answers: "If my husband told me to do so, I would send the Rebbe my holiday head-kerchief and the ear-rings at once; they cost a mint of money; but without his consent, not a copper farthing--not a tassel!" "But a note--what harm could a note do you?" "Without my husband's knowledge, nothing!" she answers, as a good Jewess should answer, and turns away from me, and I see that she only does it to hide her tears--a mother--"the heart knows," her heart has felt the danger. But when I heard the first cry, I ran to the Rebbe myself. "Shemaiah," he answered me, "what can I do? I will pray!" "Give me something for her, Rebbe," I implore, "anything, a coin, a trifle, an amulet!" "It would only make matters worse, which heaven forbid!" he replied. "Where there is no faith, such things only do harm, and she would have none."