"Don't you know?" said the Pole, astonished. "Ven a man has Year-Time, he feels charitable for de day." "Do you mean when he commemorates the anniversary of the death of one of his family? We Sephardim call that 'making years'! But are there enough Year-Times, as you call them, in your Synagogue?" "Dere might be more--I only make about fifteen pounds. Our colony is, as you say, too new. De Globe Road Cemetery is as empty as a Synagogue on veek-days. De faders have left _deir_ faders on de Continent, and kept many Year-Times out of de country. But in a few years many faders and moders must die off here, and every parent leaves two or tree sons to have Year-Times, and every child two or tree broders and a fader. Den every day more German Jews come here--vich means more and more to die. I tink indeed it vould be fair to double this item." "No, no; stick to facts. It is an iniquity to speculate in the misfortunes of our fellow-creatures." "Somebody must die dat I may live," retorted Yankelé roguishly; "de vorld is so created. Did you not quote, 'Charity delivers from death'? If people lived for ever, _Schnorrers_ could not live at all." "Hush! The world could not exist without _Schnorrers_. As it is written, 'And Repentance and _Prayer_ and CHARITY avert the evil decree.' Charity is put last--it is the climax--the greatest thing on earth. And the _Schnorrer_ is the greatest man on earth; for it stands in the Talmud, 'He who causes is greater than he who does.' Therefore, the _Schnorrer_ who causes charity is even greater than he who gives it." "Talk of de devil," said Yankelé, who had much difficulty in keeping his countenance when Manasseh became magnificent and dithyrambic. "Vy, dere is Greenbaum, whose fader vas buried yesterday. Let us cross over by accident and vish him long life." "Greenbaum dead! Was that the Greenbaum on 'Change, who was such a rascal with the wenches?" "De same," said Yankelé. Then approaching the son, he cried, "Good Sabbath, Mr. Greenbaum; I vish you long life. Vat a blow for de community!" "It comforts me to hear you say so," said the son, with a sob in his voice. "Ah, yes!" said Yankelé chokingly. "Your fader vas a great and good man--just my size." [Illustration: "'YOUR FADER VAS A GREAT AND GOOD MAN--JUST MY SIZE.'"] "I've already given them away to Baruch the glazier," replied the mourner. "But he has his glaziering," remonstrated Yankelé. "I have noting but de clothes I stand in, and dey don't fit me half so vell as your fader's vould have done." "Baruch has been very unfortunate," replied Greenbaum defensively. "He had a misfortune in the winter, and he has never got straight yet. A child of his died, and, unhappily, just when the snowballing was at its height, so that he lost seven days by the mourning." And he moved away. "Did I not say work was uncertain?" cried Manasseh.