CANTOR [_Bitterly_]. Money! Money! That’s all they know. A little less money and more God would be better. SARA Please, Yosele, you shouldn’t excite yourself. CANTOR [_Mutters_]. The memory of that boy is shortening my life. SARA Don’t speak like that. Go lay down a little bit. You’ll feel better. Take a rest. [CANTOR _rises wearily, obediently._] Please don’t be mad, Yosele. I won’t talk no more of Jakie. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. CANTOR [_Pats her on the shoulder_]. All right, all right. I’ll go in now and lay down for a while, and maybe then I’ll feel better. [_At the door, with an attempt at his normal sweetness._] Don’t forget, you promised nice cookies for Moey. [_He goes._] SARA [_Moves toward the sideboard, when the telephone rings. She turns and moves toward the telephone saying “Hello” just before she reaches it. Then she picks up the receiver_]. Hello ... who?... Oh, Mr. Adler. How do you do, Mr. Adler.... Yes, this is the Cantor’s wife.... How did you know it’s the Cantor’s birthday?... No, he don’t know it himself. We are making him a surprise! Oh, thank you, Mr. Adler. You should have the same!... The Cantor will be happy to know you remembered him.... Thank you.... Goodbye. [_She hangs up the receiver. There is a knock on the door._] Come in. YUDELSON [_Comes in carrying a jug of wine, a praying shawl, a roast turkey wrapped in a napkin._ YUDELSON _is a jeweler—an old friend of the family. He is about forty, has a small, close-cropped beard, and is seasonably dressed in a white linen suit and a Panama hat. He is hearty, good-natured, eager to please, but not exactly a subtle person._] Hello, hello, hello! Congratulations! Good luck! SARA Mr. Yudelson! YUDELSON Well, it’s the Cantor’s birthday, so— SARA Sh! It’s a surprise. The Cantor is asleep. YUDELSON [_Lowers his voice_]. Oh, a surprise!... So I says to myself, “Yudelson,” I says, “what should I give the Cantor that would be nicer than a roast turkey, a gallon of wine which my wife, Olov Hasholem, she made it five years before she died, and a genu-ine woolen praying shawl!” SARA A praying shawl! How did you know about the birthday? YUDELSON How did I know! What’s the matter with you, am I crazy? The whole East Side remembers it. SARA