No, no.... “I send my love to you and to papa.” [_To_ SARA.] He sends his love to you and papa.... [_To himself._] “And the minute I arrive in the city,—” [_To_ SARA.] And the minute he comes to the city, he says—[_Looking at letter._] And the minute he comes to the city, he says—he says—“I will see you.” [_To_ SARA.] He will see you! [_To himself._] “From your son, who wishes you the best of everything, Jakie.” [_To_ SARA.] From your son what wishes you what you wish yourself, Jakie! See, I knew it was good news. Wasn’t you foolish not to open it? [_There is a knock on door._ SARA _hides letter in her bosom, crosses to settee and sits._ YUDELSON _goes to door._] YUDELSON Come in. CLARENCE [_Enters. He is a youth of about 21 and is impressively clad in a tight fitting, double-breasted blue coat, a pair of voluminous linen knickers, gaudy golf socks and loud sport shoes. He, as well as_ YUDELSON, _keeps his hat on, as is customary in orthodox households_]. Hello, Mr. Yudelson! YUDELSON Hello, Clarence! CLARENCE [_Bowing to_ MRS. RABINOWITZ]. Hello, Mrs. Rabinowitz. YUDELSON Say, what’s the matter? Ain’t you studying in City College this afternoon? CLARENCE I took the afternoon off. It’s the Cantor’s birthday, so I called a meeting of the choir— YUDELSON Ssh! The Cantor’s asleep. It’s a surprise. CLARENCE [_In a lowered voice_]. And we all contributed toward a little gift. Mrs. Rabinowitz, will you present this to the Cantor with our best wishes for his continued happiness, peace, prosperity, longevity and the consistent and increasing use of his magnificent vocal cords! [_Hands a package to_ SARA.] YUDELSON Amen, amen, amen, amen! SARA [_Rises, takes package_]. Thank you, Clarence. The present I’ll give him, but all them words I can never say.... I don’t like to open the bundle, Clarence. Tell me, what is the present? CLARENCE I’ll show you, Mrs. Rabinowitz. [_Takes package, opens it on the table._] According to our financial status, this is the most appropriate symbol of our esteem I could find. There you are! [_It is a praying shawl!_] SARA A praying shawl! YUDELSON A praying shawl! Must have been a sale some place! SARA That’s very nice, Clarence. It was smart you should think of a praying shawl. [CANTOR _is heard humming off stage._] Ssh! I think the Cantor is coming. [SARA _quickly takes the shawl and hides it somewhere on the sideboard._ CLARENCE _and_ YUDELSON _nervously move toward the door as the_ CANTOR _enters._] CANTOR Yudelson.