Yisroel looked round--he did not understand at first what the donor meant by it. Then it occurred to him--and the blood rushed to his face. He gave the coin to his companion, and explained in a half-sentence or two how they had come by it. Once outside the Klaus, they both cried, after which they felt better. "A livelihood!" the same thought struck them both. "We can go into partnership!" AT THE MATZES It was quite early in the morning, when Sossye, the scribe's daughter, a girl of seventeen, awoke laughing; a sunbeam had broken through the rusty window, made its way to her underneath the counterpane, and there opened her eyes. It woke her out of a deep dream which she was ashamed to recall, but the dream came back to her of itself, and made her laugh. Had she known whom she was going to meet in her dreams, she would have lain down in her clothes, occurs to her, and she laughs aloud. "Got up laughing!" scolds her mother. "There's a piece of good luck for you! It's a sign of a black year for her (may it be to my enemies!)." Sossye proceeds to dress herself. She does not want to fall out with her mother to-day, she wants to be on good terms with everyone. In the middle of dressing she loses herself in thought, with one naked foot stretched out and an open stocking in her hands, wondering how the dream would have ended, if she had not awoke so soon. Chayyimel, a villager's son, who boards with her mother, passes the open doors leading to Sossye's room, and for the moment he is riveted to the spot. His eyes dance, the blood rushes to his cheeks, he gets all he can by looking, and then hurries away to Cheder without his breakfast, to study the Song of Songs. And Sossye, fresh and rosy from sleep, her brown eyes glowing under the tumbled gold locks, betakes herself to the kitchen, where her mother, with her usual worried look, is blowing her soul out before the oven into a smoky fire of damp wood. "Look at the girl standing round like a fool! Run down to the cellar, and fetch me an onion and some potatoes!" Sossye went down to the cellar, and found the onions and potatoes sprouting. At sight of a green leaf, her heart leapt. Greenery! greenery! summer is coming! And the whole of her dream came back to her! "Look, mother, green sprouts!" she cried, rushing into the kitchen. "A thousand bad dreams on your head! The onions are spoilt, and she laughs! My enemies' eyes will creep out of their lids before there will be fresh greens to eat, and all this, woe is me, is only fit to throw away!" "Greenery, greenery!" thought Sossye, "summer is coming!" Greenery had got into her head, and there it remained, and from greenery she went on to remember that to-day was the first Passover-cake baking at Gedalyeh the baker's, and that Shloimeh Shieber would be at work there. Having begged of her mother the one pair of boots that stood about in the room and fitted everyone, she put them on, and was off to the Matzes.