_There is a knock on the door, and_ LEVY, _the Shamus, or Sexton, corner in. He looks about, opening one or two doors, and apparently he finds no one. He shrugs his shoulders, muttering and humming to himself, and is about to go out when_ MOEY _enters from the music room._ LEVY Where is Mr. Yudelson? MOEY He went with Mrs. Rabinowitz to take the Cantor to the hospital. LEVY Is he coming back here? MOEY Sure he’s coming back. He told me to wait here and he’d give me a dime. LEVY Well, you tell him I got to see him personal—it’s very important. I’ll be back. [LEVY _goes._ MOEY _looks out of the window with the air of a conspirator, takes a cookie from his pocket, munches it, draws a lurid dime novel from another pocket and settles himself comfortably to read. The door opens and he hastily thrusts the dime novel under the table, jamming the rest of the cookie, evidently stolen from the kitchen, into his pocket._] SARA [_Enters, followed by_ DR. O’SHAUGHNESSY _and_ YUDELSON. _Her face is deadly pale and lined with suffering. She is so weary that she can hardly move. She says over and over again_]. He didn’t want I should stay with him.... My Yosele didn’t want I should stay with him. [_The doctor helps her over to the settee; then he takes bottles from his medicine case and prepares a potion for her._] YUDELSON Did anybody come, Moey? MOEY Yeh, a lot of people. Gee, Mrs. Schultz from upstairs, and Mrs. Lefkowitch ... and a lot of people. YUDELSON Did you tell them— MOEY Yeh, I told them you were taking the Cantor to a hospital. YUDELSON Did they said anything about Jakie? MARY Yeh, they all asked about him, and if he’s coming to sing. And Mr. Levy was here three times. He said you should see him as soon as you came. YUDELSON All right, Moey, you can go—you’re a good boy. Here is the nickel I promised you for minding the house. MOEY [_Takes nickel_]. You promised me a dime. YUDELSON [_Takes it back_]. That’s right. I’ll give you later! [MOEY _goes, saying “Aw!”_] DOCTOR Here, drink some of this. You’ll feel much better. SARA He didn’t want I should stay with him. My Yosele didn’t want I should stay with him— DOCTOR That’s very natural, Mrs. Rabinowitz—the Cantor is weak. He needs the quiet of a hospital. SARA