Presently, when they had got up and Jake was plying her with perfunctory questions, she chanced to recognise a certain movement of his upper lip--an old trick of his. It was as if she had suddenly discovered her own Yekl in an apparent stranger, and, with another pitiful outcry, she fell on his breast. "Don't!" he said, with patient gentleness, pushing away her arms. "Here everything is so different." She coloured deeply. "They don't wear wigs here," he ventured to add. "What then?" she asked, perplexedly. "You will see. It is quite another world." "Shall I take it off, then? I have a nice Saturday kerchief," she faltered. "It is of silk--I bought it at Kalmen's for a bargain. It is still brand new." "Here one does not wear even a kerchief." "How then? Do they go about with their own hair?" she queried in ill-disguised bewilderment. "_Vell, alla right_, put it on, quick!" As she set about undoing her parcel, she bade him face about and screen her, so that neither he nor any stranger could see her bareheaded while she was replacing the wig by the kerchief. He obeyed. All the while the operation lasted he stood with his gaze on the floor, gnashing his teeth with disgust and shame, or hissing some Bowery oath. "Is this better?" she asked bashfully, when her hair and part of her forehead were hidden under a kerchief of flaming blue and yellow, whose end dangled down her back. The kerchief had a rejuvenating effect. But Jake thought that it made her look like an Italian woman of Mulberry Street on Sunday. "_Alla right_, leave it be for the present," he said in despair, reflecting that the wig would have been the lesser evil of the two. * * * * * When they reached the city Gitl was shocked to see him lead the way to a horse car. "_Oi_ woe is me! Why, it is Sabbath!" she gasped. He irately essayed to explain that a car, being an uncommon sort of vehicle, riding in it implied no violation of the holy day. But this she sturdily met by reference to railroads. Besides, she had seen horse cars while stopping in Hamburg, and knew that no orthodox Jew would use them on the seventh day. At length Jake, losing all self-control, fiercely commanded her not to make him the laughing-stock of the people on the street and to get in without further ado. As to the sin of the matter he was willing to take it all upon himself. Completely dismayed by his stern manner, amid the strange, uproarious, forbidding surroundings, Gitl yielded. As the horses started she uttered a groan of consternation and remained looking aghast and with a violently throbbing heart. If she had been a culprit on the way to the gallows she could not have been more terrified than she was now at this her first ride on the day of rest.